like a hot knife running through the butter, melting it on it's way. I will kiss your lips like a melting ice cream sucking juices out of your succulent lips. Seeing you wriggle when my fingers roam your body is a pleasure to my eyes which ignites desires. When my fingers reach your dewy folds, you jump in ecstasy and tell me to take them deep and rub in there, you are whimpering in pleasure yearning for more and you reach your pique, I feel a moist sensation in your petals which makes me feel giddy. We embrace and kiss, watching the afterglow on your face as we kiss. I will touch you like the pen strokes paper running a bit rough with my tongue with my treasure. I will test your waters spilling my ink and observe how