Your eye candy is my Preparation
When you slide your fingers through my opening
And feel my anticipation,
Playing with my triangle as if it were purely recreation
Knowing that MY climaxing is our only destination.
You feel my motivation
And place your head between my thighs.
Autographing my insides with your tongue
Vigorously writing, the closer you become
Closer to that which fills me and keeps me together as one.
When the joy of my nectar begins to run down
Into your mouth, your tongue will drown
From touching my inner walls within
Filling your mouth with the sweet savoriness of sin.