To be consumed

Desert Rose Sting (remix)

Yesterday, She laughed it off
Said it was a butt call
No realizing
That when her butt calls
You answer

So fast
So quick

The simmering
Reached a boil
Peeking
Popping
Over the lid
She is more
Glory
Than she will ever know

To feel the curve
To glide along
Her form
So precious
Strong
Svelt
Wating
Longing
Calling
For your caress
Fingers grace
Draw along her supple
Firm

One hand glides
Guides
Towards her inner thigh
The other caresses her stomach
Skin
So hot
So warm
So welcoming

Touches rise
Toward
The center of her heat
So fierce
Or the supple bend
Of her glory
Rising
Desperate to feel
My touch
My desire
The arch
The lean
Back
To me
Into me

Passion drips from her lips
So sweet

I feel her burn
So strong
I long to be consumed
In her
With her
If only
For a moment

To be consumed