The lust in my heart,
To be stick in my dip..
Feel the caressing of your hair
With your hands upon my breasts.
You look longingly upon me,
To feel your primal thrust,
Sure as the gentle kiss,
Painting my lips
Of rhythmic passion, and lust so filling,
You waken Inhibitions,
Where taboos of girdles are broken
Can you feel my release of pleasure…
Leave none of my part untokened.
I love your all your lines, dips and curves
To taste your wet, pleasured temple
That I long for you to enter you,
To become that part of that
Of what becomes impossible,
Unable to tell where you end and I begin
To grind so deep
To find all your facts
In my figure.