Lemme touch ur pulse n soak my tongue in ya name as it dips... Taste the filth upon ur mind u cannot speak of the way I can as I graze ur lips... I can be ur voice or I can make u moan in rhythm with the tickle in ur rib... Any noise provoked could be the ease of truths sayin oh my fuckin gooooooood fuck me ooh damn get it... Lickin ur fetishes clean so use can wind up out in the open exposed like ur clit... N all I wanna do is feel u comin to life before my eyes as I begin with a lil spit... Movin to the shockwave felt n gettin touchy feely with ur frame bared to be kissed n licked... Believe in me as it'll get real quick behind erotic climbs goin the distance of how u used to be his... Maxin out at the tip so fuckin far in ur world depths will once again wish... As the works of ur water like moisture quenches my thirsts with a single finger flicked... Jus unfold ur birthday suit n cling to the moment as fingertips feel u up n down n in n out of all n the above gettin dick whipped... It may not but I'm most certain it's gonna hurt at first as u jus might squirt with intent... N flippin ur thoughts into a fantasy delivered by tastebuds alone would really be the shit... Playin with the texture of ur creases as u try to run yet cum for you've become a delicate dish... I'mma bring u out so u know who it is u truly are layin opened to my personal lil checklist... Jus try ur best not to fall in luv n I'll do it again for ur pleasure to be gripped from behind at ur hips... Tisk tisk.... U can be my b....