Our Song Poem by Octavia Tisdale

I love the way you sing to me
Your hands are like blenders
Churning my body to butter
As you caress my handles I can feel the shakes
I breathe in and out not letting my moans escape
My heart is thumping with every cool touch of your tongue
And I just wanna scream.......at the top of my lungs
But I claw your back like a cat in rage
Close my legs tighter and embrace the pain
Your love melts and I can feel the rain...and
Once again my soul has sang