Come

The things we could do with each other

Come
Take my hand
I want to show you who I am
Feeling the softness of your lips
I begin to throb
I must express restraint
I remove your shirt
Inhaling your musk
I throb even deeper
My breasts have longed for your touch
Caress them
I can feel your arousal
I glide my hand down your chest
Leaving a trail of tender kisses behind
Removing your jeans
I gently tease with my fingers
Then with my tongue
Taking all of you in my mouth
I can feel your body tense
And your release leaving your essence behind.
~aNaRoZ~