Apr
2005
2005
10
Desire V
her lips,
soft like velvet,
sweet as honey,
and dripping,
with
desire…
I run my tongue…
gently…
along the length,
of her softness…
tasting
her
sweetness…
inhaling,
her
scent…
my tongue, dances
lightly…
progressively
getting
harder,
faster,
more pressure.
less.
deeper.
her hips swaying
in rhythm.
a hum escapes
her lips,
and she moans.
I find her treasure,
swollen,
sensitive,
slick.
Gently,
I rub it between my
lips,
sucking and tugging,
passionately,
coaxing…
her silent scream…
by dark angel
