*bilingual.

*the only aphrodisiac i need is your voice. hearin you speak my name. telling me you want me. without words i use my tongue to tell the tale of us. tracing your shadowscape.

kneeling before you, my eyes feast upon your masculinity and all it's divinity. i praise you.

because all of that is for me.

i begin to indulge myself of your delicacies. digesting semi-sweet decadence as it melts.

dripping down my chin. your taste is something that i ever couldn't recreate.

needing every atom of your anatomy, subconciously i find myself rewinding our love scenes.

in my daydreams.

seeing that face you make when you make me cum.

and it makes me want you right there and right then. thinking of you in inappropriate places i get tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place.

as wetness develops my legs begin to open.

you know my body like the back of your hands. touch me and send me into ecstasy.

my thighs quiver with anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high.

body rising

sweating.

panting.

make-up melting.

pulling my hair back.

scratching my back.

you fucking me makes me bilingual.

[jose nuñez]