the tongue is not alone...

thoughts occur as images come to life... crossin the norm walkin from side to side in the mind... as alone no longer exists... peepin at the way a tongue moves with a set of lips... oh how the imagination awakens to the display... crawlin upon the topside of the bed makin luv to a candles flame... hearin the difference in tones slippin into thin air... laced up in fishnets as emotion is dared... rollin through the head untamed by motion... takin notice in the sexual devotion... temptin the pulse to awaken hormones waitin their turn... reminded is the exposure of flesh that's gone unheard... settin brainwaves loose to curve to the flow of lusts... deeper within the creativity is the feel of luv... reactin to the sway seen as a tool for sex... eyes locked in on butt cheeks n breasts... listenin to the silence give way for a moment to jus go with it... alone with hidden intent behind closed doors it is what it isn't... takin refuge in dreams seems to be the only interaction willin to be felt... gone all night thinkin of the lil things playin out as the heart melts... laughin n fuckin n touchin places reality has neva seen... makin it harder n harder as lungs breathe... feelin the sights that damn near have a scent... as the flava isn't as real as the time gone under as spent... yet it doesn't matter for it's goin down... makin as secret on the hush find a way to live without a sound... behind closed doors as sleep defines the passion left to be unused... all night long the thrusts are bein put to use... as quietly as it's kept... it's the only place skin has eva met... driftin off into the rear of the play fightin goin on within the visual effect... usin the edges of the bed... fingers lose consciousness as time jus doesn't find a need to tic... alone is the affects of hands runnin up thighs to the clit.. followed by the tongue... jus long enough to show the length of how hung... all on the inner side of lids closed for business... damn those hips... rotatin with moisture drippin wet... jus wantin somethin thick fuckin with a vet... luv'n the way experience rises to the mood... as the mornin is a cumin to take away the motivation in the room...