Bilingual...

"The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice, hearing you speak my name, reckoning me to answer, telling me you want me, so I tell you that you’re the answer to every question of I've ever had about love, without words I use my tongue to tell the tales of us, tracing your shadow scape, kneeling before you, my eyes feast upon your masculinity and all its divinity and I praise you, because all of that is from me.

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacy, digesting semi sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts, dripping down my chin, your taste is something Godiva couldn’t recreate. Needing every atom of your anatomy necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity dipping in and out of me, stroking more than my consciousness

Subconsciously, I find myself rewinding our love scenes in my daydreams, seeing that face you make as your making me cum and it makes it makes me want you right there and then. Thinking about you in inappropriate places, I get tingly sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place. As what develops, my legs begin to open and my spark turn into a back draft, and all I want you to do is to distinguish it. You know my body like the back of your hand that touched me and send me into ecstacy. My thighs quiver into anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high. Body rises, sweating, panting, make up melting, pulling my hair, and scratching my back, I get a temporary case of turrets because all I can say is a 4 letter word in 4 octave range , screaming your name, alright, pappi...

I see your tongues peek between your lips and I want it between mine and I struggle as you lick, torturing me. I try and get away but not really. Im running out of room begging for more, up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilettos. Again. You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still and I, willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me. Demanding that I cum, for you and so I do as I told. You've molded me so Im good to no one else but you.

You conquered this one orgasmic less world multiple it again and again. My face radiates with afterglow. My pillow scented by you, a flagrance which haunts me and my room smells of the best sex I, covered in body prints and fingerprints of you above me, your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history."

A song everyone should hear...