persecution

you say you are a dark angel;
but when i look at you
all i see is light.

chasing cyclones

i was watching your mouth as you asked, "what is it that you want lyza jane?" my mind went blank as i tried to recall...what was the question again? i got lost in your lips, moving closer to mine, imagining your mouth, exploring all the hidden pieces of me, the ebb and flow of your tongue on my skin...
soft, smooth, wet,
knowing
it's way around
my mouth,
soft on my neck,
teasing in my ears,
whispering words
into
the bend
of my arm,
kissing finger tips,
touching my knees and
taunting my thighs,
loving my breasts and
nibbling my nipples,
inhaling my stomach,
spreading my lips,
tasting me,
riding
my clit,
and
making
me
cum...

i want that tongue of yours,
for my very own.
yeah, that'd be sweet.

you said i was beautiful...

you make me feel beautiful.