Love Tastes Like

Sucking my freshly painted toes and lickin my cum off my fuschia fingertips. We're going round for round. Not stopping til dawn. We're going nonstop, you keep makin me cum. We countin them out 9999, 1000, 10001. And our night has just begun. If they'd told me, I would have never believed, you would be the one. To leave me speechless and spellbound. Took the thrown, now I wearin you crown. And the jewels match my heels. Making love in royal chambers, it's a dream made real. Humbly bow down. To the one whom no one compares. He can travel the earth and I'd have no fear. He can surf the constellations and I'd wait right here. For a King always returns....you runners up, goin head and let it burn. There can only be one. He is the moon, I am the sun. I push his buttons and wear his button ups. With sparkling red lipstick and four inch black pumps. He's won his bride and proved his match. He comes equipped with anything I may lack. I blow his mind, he leaves a trail of kisses down my back. He loves my sounds and loves makin me make them. I crave his aura...I am lost without him. He made me a woman, he epidemises man. I am his world, I give him my hand. In missionary he cradles me. Tucks me tight and kisses me hard. Soft stare in my eyes, one beat between two hearts. He conquers me from behind. He grips my hips and steals my thighs. He talks to me aggresively. He journeys deep within me. I coyly throw it back. Upon my flesh, mixing with his manish moans, you can hear the slaps echoing down the hall. I am his everything, I give him my all