© Drenched High

U Can't Run when your pussy is wet on my Lips though
Knees might be too weak... Buckling at the sheets

U Can't Run when you gotta get up slow and your juices are stringed between your Clit
and my lips

U Can't Run when I'm running my tongue across your laminated lobes
Lips studded by moist taste buds tracing the genetics or your 3rd orgams

Encoding my Erection in the data base of Back Shots

Till its a figment of your imagination
how I change the pigment of your complexion from certain strokes in Concessons
Airborne your squirts till you violate FAA air space

U Can't Run when this tongue slicks beneath the clits pulsating twitch

Lips slip on Lips

I catch your left lips with a slight grip and paint my insanity with a tough tip

The pleasures of unique interludes of nude humanity seduced beneath completely selfless serenity

U Can't Run... With your pussy throbbing and dripping on my chin
Intrusive with Passion till you're numb in the skin
Can't run getting your right lip sucked against your wet thigh captive to my tongues drenched high

U Can't Run when com dives
I see that cartridge of heat in the cornea of you pistol pupil

Rhythm that moist lip on the side of mine
I'll suck you out the side of your mind

Till your Expectations for Pleasure are Redefined
Just ride slow and use your muscles for traction on this wet path
Tongue subtracts lips in wet math

Fiber ops fucking till your pussy is wireless when connected to my lap top
U Can't Run... Squirting from back shots


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010