© Labia Minora

Pure Passion and Seduction
Breathing heavily across all moist areas of your supple coated Skin
Unclose your religion to this open Sin
Words woven is breaths staggering your english to gibberish with back shots side ways blinding

Licking across the side of your inner right breast... carrying the edges of my teeth across your bone
The ribbed sections of my shaft can feel your walls moan
Hope your cervix has air suspension

I need to taste you in places where your wet finger can’t reach further

like the back ends of your walls till your back bends and heat crawls out exhausted from ceaseless penetration

Relentless circulation of oral seduction, pulsating your vulva’s aura
My pelvis reads the liquids of your labia minora
while my tongue translates passion against your labia majora

Your neck pressed against a corner and your leg on a windowsill
where rain penetrates the translucent glass
and I wipe your liquids off my shaft on your soft ass

Whisper your mind when you reciprocate head

Pure Passion and Seduction


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2011

© 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