He leans towards my scarlet lips
And cradles the back of my headWith his palmHolding me close in his armsHe slithers his snake of a toungeInto the crease of my mouthFlickering and hissing aboutUntil he got a reactionSwaping saliva and kissingSo passionateLikewiseI reciprocate the actionHe lashesMy neckWith the whip in his mouthAt this pointI dont object to being his slaveMy neck illustratesShades of red For daysRuby, rose and crimsonI'm feeling more intoxicatedThan timidI'm staggeringHe's stroking sangria colored love marksOn my chest canvasPainting a picture of passionAs I'm pantingAnd his tounge still dancingStill dancingHe glides his tounge down southLike the birds do in the winter timeAnd I'm contrary to being coldYet I'm tremblingGasping for breathResemblingA victim of an asthma attackHe places his hands on my backAnd embeds his face between my hipsHis lips, on my lipsTwo lips, tulipsHe's watering my flowerHolding all the powerIt has almost been an hourOh noHere it comesI shower, I showerIn an outer body stateAbove on a cloudHe didnt speak one wordBut he said it all with his mouth