As you painted the canvas of neck With all your pointed teeth With your fingertips you charred my soul With the burning blood in my soul My desire burnt, I begged for more He caressed with his fingertips He caressed me with his touch Our fingers clasped together tightly Locked into each other as meant to be And then we melted into one another's destiny
Your fingertips, plam and you ; Those ticklish touch for sure Those groping fists phewww! Those running; thrusting fingers Rubbing hard between petals ; Those moans when table shivers, Ah ! Oozing steam off the kettle .
Our rubbing due to friction Gives rise to my sensation You're nothing but addiction Your passion, my domination You're my intoxication My desires , my succession My softness for suction Our chemistry has no equation Umm ! Me on eruption Ahhh ! With satisfaction