Kisses - they don't cease to stop. Minute after minute, until dark coffee from my cup turns into your drink now - from my mouth. We are exchanging glances, but I wish to be swapping fluids instead. Shame seems to leave the room and all that's left is pure attraction for each other. Instincts of carnivore. My mouth is warm with your fiery words, our hands are full of each other, and I can't stop asking, if you really love me. - Chatty Owl -
