Let my lips trail across the soft, white surface of your skin

And straight down the tender bridge that is your spine

Allow my fingers to massage your body with pleasure

Unlocking the secrets of your dirtiest, lustful fantasies



The sweet, **** screams light my soul on fire

All sources of speech vanquish into thin air

My tongue drinks from the river of Hell's kitchen

Intensifying your castle of steamy, hot dreams



Gently I ****** each spot with caution

For each spot is dangerously tender

One slick touch of pressure and from her

Will erupt a ****** volcano



I whisper to her in devilishly, fancy tones

She whispers back in sensually, sacred moans

With no hesitation I move in for one final kiss

Our tongues rub each other sparking our taste buds

Birthing a marvelous ocean of ecstasy



By Glenn McCrary



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