Your mark on me
Your lingering kisses,
Like, you were writing you against my skin.
Making you a king
Of this body.
Your fingers tracing every goosebumps,
Caressing every bump,
Etching your prints into my skin.
Your tongue circle this clit;
Showing how you fit
My cunt into your circle.
Your hand causing a tingle,
To reach deep within my core.
Causing hums and moans,
Ripping my vocal chords,
Replacing them with sweet melodies
From the string, you pull inside my core.
My back arching off the bed
And your eyes slithering and masked with lust.
The smirk when my gasps turn to screams
And the silent cries when the heat travels from my head to toe.
You know how to show
And make me follow
Your husky voice.
You causing promises to tumble out of my lips
As you tease me with your tip.
Your invasion is sweet;
Torture but sweet,
Making me addicted
Just to the sweet things and all the crazy things you do to my body.
“Beg Me”
