I laid here.
gasping for air.
feeling the Ecstasy of a touch.
only seeing you.
your kiss choking me making me blush.
I laid there tangled in a tonsils hockey mess.
not winning nor losing.
knowing the touch between your thighs is blind.
your pussy wet I bite it I guess you're mine.
as I'm drunk from the cause and effect of a seductive gyrating rain.
moving your body like waves.
grinding provocatively leaving my mind insane.
yet all I see is you.
naked and perfect to my eye.
the kiss that haunts me.
and I never questioned why.
the touch that stayed tattooed on my mind.
the tongue that left me squirming tossing and turning yet I never blocked you out of my mind.
you are mine.
you stay rent-free in my head.
the taste of you leaving me brain dead.
a excessive high I feel on the couch instead of the bed.
every midday or lonely night I feel the kiss I long for and chased erotic dreams that I might.
the intoxicated taste of your breasts.
the sweet hell of your thighs.
the watery yet warm oasis of your pussy.
the inevitability of my hand grazing your ass.
my fingers soft caress that left you melting like ice.
swimming deep.
you want me endless in your mind.
your panties wet between my teeth.
I growl just to uncage the beast.
yet the taste of you is my kryptonite.
my obsessive Achilles heel.
my muse my weakness lingering to your will.
your purple long hair to smother me.
kisses like honey devour my neck and chest.
yet the touch it burns me with a taste of porcelain.
a softness I ache to keep.
torn.
I fall for you.
in a couch only made to be skin deep.
your glasses become a mess.
my tongue made to impregnate you.
kissing you down slowly devouring you intimately as the couch becomes quick sand.
the softness serenading my back.
couch dreams as your ass I smack.
as I wake up in a cold sweat the feeling of heat tortured me erotic things are what I lack.
©darkmocha
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