Dirty Talk Poem by Eli Medina

The pleasure between us cant seize to exist,

as I caress your bodies curves you can call it a natural bliss,

I promise, it will be a savoury sensation, kissed...from your neck....

down to a wet and slippery oasis,

just so I can watch your changing of faces,

so brace yourself for this vibration of taste... as I look up to see you bitting your lip,

then I feel that hot dripp... dropp... dripp,

yes were done......

you can open your eyes now... glad you had fun getting to know my tongue! ! !