Making Love with His Asshole

In the language of passion, let me convey,
A tale of desire that won't fade away,
With a French kiss, my soul did ignite,
In the dance of my tongue, I found my flight

Lips locked in fervor, a sweet exploration,
A whispered promise of pure elation,
In each lingering moment, we'd devoutly share,
Our bodies entwined, our souls laid bare.

As my hearts synced in an intimate song,
In the fervor of make-out, we couldn't go wrong,
Exploring each curve, of the sacred place,
My desires unbridled, my hearts in a race.

In this embrace, where time ceased to exist,
With each stolen kiss, my love did persist,
A French kiss, a make-out, a passion's decree,
In your asshole, i found ecstasy.

The world around me seemed to fade away,
As in that silence, I had much to say,
Our first kiss, a journey to the unknown,
My lips and your Ass, in that space we'd flown.

My tongue exploring deep, it wants to taste it all
Make out with your ass, its ultimate goal
The taste of love, so sweet upon my lips,
A memory cherished, in my heart it grips.