Play dead
Let me slide between your thighs, I'm hungry for your sacred place, I'll leave a trail if bite marks on my way up to find you wrapped in soft Red lace
Biting leaves my owners mark, it shows that you are mine, reminding nips turn to small bruises over the passage of time
You will feel them slightly, bruised reminders on your skin, you'll get to see them as we start another night of kinky sin
My tongue reaches your sacred place, your red lace panties are on the floor, I'm licking and eating you, your pussy's mine once more
Your juices feed my never ending want, your taste is so devine, your juices run freely in my mouth, you are the sweetest wine
A nectar made straight from heaven, you are the sweetest Peach, you begin to breath much faster, your orgasm is just in reach
You begin to quiver, you arch your back and sigh my name, I suck on your cliterus it is now a waiting game
You raise your hips and cry out, you drown my face and soak the bed, you are now satisfied and exhausted, you lay there and play dead
THE KINKY POET