Feeding our Lust

The tingles start as I bite my bottom lipFeeling it in my soulBereft of all unemotional detachmentMy heart sings in joyous rapture at the touch of her lips to mineMy nipples know her nameWhen she whispers, they are perky and hardStanding at attention, çankaya escort my nerve endings on high alertReady for the all-consuming pleasures to followHer kisses that started with my juicy lipsBegin their gentle descent rus escort to rest upon my neckThose butterfly kisses make my heart melt each timeMy skin doing a happy dance to the beat of her heartMy blood pulses and surgesMatching eryaman escort the intense feelings it is receivingFrom outside my body trying to equalizeThat same blissful pleasure withinIncreasing passions until our climaxBreathing intense, our bloods surging flowsOur skin rosy-colored, same for nipples and clitOur bodies on fire from heightened desiresThe hot blood coursing through our veinsMakes us feel alive, those moments so gloriousIncredibly our bodies subconsciously knowWe need new blood to feed our lustful woes*