Rarely am I ever the subject Rarely am I ever the subject

See I can make you laugh
When we talk about puddles and making a splash
Or make you grip on for dear life when I pinned on that ass
Our reflection off of that glass
No music just the sound of pelvic claps
You keep dripping into my mental flask
I keep sipping the sweat off your ass
Souls get lifted then we collapse
I breath in your every gasp

My tongue

They say the apex is where our tongue tells our mind what taste best.
With a snakes breath I flutter my tongue in between both breast.
As I glide down your chest, you grab both thighs and arch your back high with every gentle sigh.
My tongue dances around your navel like a rain dance to bring the precipitation within the walls that lay within you.
And what’s in you is a nourishment that I’ve been nursing with that between your legs I leave these gentle kisses.
The taste, reminiscent of your skin.
An escape from my sins, a way to stop a world that spins.
My tongue on you is everything I want to do.

"All the colors of the world should be
Lovin’ each other wholeheartedly.
Yes it’s alright,take my message to your brother and tell him twice.
Spread the word who tried to teach the man who is hatin’ his brother,
When hate won’t do
‘cause we’re all the same
Yes the blood inside of me is inside of me” -Michael Jackson

After Midnight Thought

 Flirt with your lines, your lines so divine. I dine in your sin with soft kisses to your lips. My tongue serenades your inner ways, while your climaxing moans mimic the sounds of harps when angels play…



wow she’s a whole another level of perfect

LOVE her hair

(via lsxcrowned)

You wanna know?

You wanna know if I would let my lips smack against your silk drench curtains, that cover the throbbing clit?
You craves tongue swirls and tongue dips that steals your breath like traumatic hits?
I just want to be clear, do you want to know if I would dine on your body so fine while my mind is engaged in though as forbidden as the swine?