Can you let me touch you? Ooh! Let your juices flow and throw your hips form side to side. Let your lips slide around; first up, then down. Don't stop doing what you're doing because something's brewing between you'n me'n.
I love moist lips; the kind that sips from Champagne glasses and to their rims affix prints of lipsticks. Time passes as a memory, reminding me of beauty in a touch. As such, I can't resist being in your midst;