You

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.