Angel's tongue, slick with sin, draws my length into lips so divine the devil himself is green.
your tongue is soft,
your fingers coarse,
holding onto my innocence while the Devil inside stays warm.
Sweet,
Like the sweet taste
Of the first time...
...A private party
I was
Solely invited to...
His tongue slides down my neck. Trailing kisses down my body, he kneels. His mouth devours me.
Somewhere, in some other universe or time, I am stuck in the middle of the hottest man-sandwich.
Silky juices
embraced on tongue
rivulets running
dribbled chin
drizzled wet erotica
hot crimson guilt
erotic splashes.
First, magnetic attraction. Friction gives out heat. Force and movement intermingle. And energy has to be released.
Beautiful painting.
You wipe the future off my thighs.
Missing a patch. I taste all that's coming.
the Muse does not come
at every Beck & Holler
—Only to True Love !
#17 #HotChallenge
Flirting heavy in class, she didn’t think it would work...till she felt the heat of his lips...
