I open you gently, I kiss you with air, the love forever warm.
I ache for your Eden, to master your music, to moan is to mourn.
Perfect twins, swelling with care, hard in heat, with hot honey, all adorn.
Lips, to worship their form, your pulsing pearl, are you ready for a heavy horn?
I ache for your Eden, to master your music, to moan is to mourn.
Perfect twins, swelling with care, hard in heat, with hot honey, all adorn.
Lips, to worship their form, your pulsing pearl, are you ready for a heavy horn?
Lay with me.
But first, against the wall, until we soak from seep.
Under your dress, under the sun, a wet flower, flaming with weep.
Over my shoulders, into heaven, your chest heaving heavy with swelling heat.
Woman wonder, your water is sweet, I thirst for suck, to drink your swirling deep.
To hear your satisfaction, your perfection, my passion, grab me, press me until you leap.
To slam, to rock, to ram, not yet, open my keep, dripping dessert, now time for your hot meat.
Tall, thick, and throbbing for throat, for only yours, made to stretch, too tight, please take your seat.
Will it fit? Like your wrist, it will resist, I push forever to reach your crying core, to feel your heart beat.
Pounding to our rhythm, your grip, a lasting gasm, grind me to bone, my seed to steal and righteously reap.
On your knees and on my feet, now no escape, I howl as you cry and growl as I power through your pouring peak.
A slap, a lick of lightning, to shock your sore shake, for more sweet, the waves what's happening? God's fix, your treat.
Your flood is on the sheet, and leaking loud all over the floor, your lips choking my root, pulsing tight, who is the real freak?
In gyration I release a hot sensation, we are one, red and sweaty, we are fed, the bed is ready, again in the morning, time for sleep.
But first, against the wall, until we soak from seep.
Under your dress, under the sun, a wet flower, flaming with weep.
Over my shoulders, into heaven, your chest heaving heavy with swelling heat.
Woman wonder, your water is sweet, I thirst for suck, to drink your swirling deep.
To hear your satisfaction, your perfection, my passion, grab me, press me until you leap.
To slam, to rock, to ram, not yet, open my keep, dripping dessert, now time for your hot meat.
Tall, thick, and throbbing for throat, for only yours, made to stretch, too tight, please take your seat.
Will it fit? Like your wrist, it will resist, I push forever to reach your crying core, to feel your heart beat.
Pounding to our rhythm, your grip, a lasting gasm, grind me to bone, my seed to steal and righteously reap.
On your knees and on my feet, now no escape, I howl as you cry and growl as I power through your pouring peak.
A slap, a lick of lightning, to shock your sore shake, for more sweet, the waves what's happening? God's fix, your treat.
Your flood is on the sheet, and leaking loud all over the floor, your lips choking my root, pulsing tight, who is the real freak?
In gyration I release a hot sensation, we are one, red and sweaty, we are fed, the bed is ready, again in the morning, time for sleep.
The rushing wave of a rapturous ravishing, a sore scorching.
Woman moaning until the heat of his horn sees morning.
Man thrusting until the beat of her heart is mourning.
Lasting until the sweat of their sun is soaring.
Woman moaning until the heat of his horn sees morning.
Man thrusting until the beat of her heart is mourning.
Lasting until the sweat of their sun is soaring.