Lips of Desire

The heated words come from You, whispers that have me craving it too.
Strong and sometimes firm, this starts the fire that makes me burn.

Your open lips are before me, glistened from Your tongue You show me.
Waiting for Your touch, I can't take it, I want it so much.

Watching with eye's a glow, how it feels I already know.
Slow and sometimes fast, Your lips pull and then they grasp.

You're so hungry, lapping at my hot entry.
My legs get heavy and fall open, my voice now sounds broken.

Gripping and squeezing, tightly held as You keep teasing.
Pleading for You to take me, my heart beats so hard it shakes me.

Your hands grip my hips, white heat begins to drip.
The velvet touch pressed inside, moans of pleasure crashing aside.

Felt like a feather, it flutters with such torturous pleasure.
My feet press down but, my hips won't come down.

Whimpering as I wait for You, push me over the edge and through.
I spill my fire, as more words are heard from Your lips of desire.