LillyKarter

From your mouth I received the pleasure in its entirety. He seduced me without insisting, I just let myself go. Your lips kissed everything within reach, passing through my ear, abdomen and what a barbarity. I enjoy the wide dimension of your silent mouth and when it comes to friction, no one closes it, nothing calms it, your anxiety to drink my lubricant excites me, your craving infatuates me, as well as your legs in the air. Grab you from wherever, be sovereign in your skin just as you bite me, bite you too, my hands should always have been on your hips, I inside your insides, screaming until I finish.

Your mouth is always ready for my kiss, it's my favorite sweet, I like it and I prove it is the origin of eroticism, the romantic motif, the poet's dream, the spring of inspiration, the exciting moment, your lips on fire. I like to bite the desire, wake up wet, the hallucinatory flash, the lover's fantasy, the excessive passion, the prelude to the orgasm, the unpredictable sensation, the summer heat, the anxiety of the naughty, the virtue of the shameless, the prize for the cunning, the madness of the spontaneous, the glory for the timid, the accomplished fact.

Between verses and single words, the dialogue seduces the intelligence. Between the skin and your vain hair, there is no sanity, I become ambitious. Between strength and extreme sweetness, there are ellipses, foreign woman. Between the fiasco and the genuine revelation, everything takes shape, like the curve of your smile. Between reserve and irremediable omission, you are, dressed in punctuation marks. Between the poet and the brutal temptation, there is no longer fear, only you and me.