In the depth of your eyes I feel the hunger of your kiss. Lips so soft, so tender and in command.

The hunger I dream about is real from your lips. No way to imposter the passion of lust. Tongues entwine as your back arches to grind your hips into me.

Burried deep in your love teasing with lust.

My hands guide your motions from the softness of your soft place. We glide together with the smoothness of glass.

The deep moans of mmmhhhh arch my back to buck back to your song. The tune deep in our minds not conscience of earth. The pleasure you receive from the thick hard life that I have. Drives my pleasure deep, to a place dreams of desire have been. The compare of combining as one pales for words to describe how we are.

This can't be real my mind fights to win.

The hard nipple of your breast returns for the feast of my mind. We are what we are at least for the time.... Who has the NEED to experience this.... in the FLESH