I like the sweat soaked hairs on your bare forehead.
I like it when you moan,
I like when you cry my name.
I like when you bite your lips in pleasured pain.
I like the sweat on your body.
I like when I press my head on your soft bossoms and your grip around my hairs with every spasm.
I like that lust in your hazel eyes,I like your cheerful cries.
I like biting around your navel,
then see those red marks as some beautiful evil.
When I go down on you, I wait for that unsaid approval.
And, it fills me with pleasure to seek your dewy velvety treasure.
To me your body is holy shrine, a resort that knows magic to bring heathen to heaven.