Make you desire....
A moan in the Morning
A trance in the music jam
Do I tone it low or make you bend low
Squeeze the quirks in your quarters
Make you cry.. make wishes and keep desiring
A moment of salutations and salivation
Wanting more And more
Drowning in your wetness
Steaming in the heat of juiciness
Because it feels all magical
And weirdly She is on and missing
So of the bits and hits
A touch so soft
A peck so drowning...
A F... So strong.
Because it's a sting of wetness
And allure of the morning moans
