Cravings

Cravings

I crave your strawberry lips 
Kiss deep and tuck in my hips
To be curved around your waist
Not a wink of sleep should be waste
I thirst to taste and indulge in your fountain
Lift me up and down to a reach a high mountain
Take me from a friday night in a club
Joll and  braai till sunday night in a pub
I crave seeing your transformed body
You were my clyde me being bonny
The charm and arrogance of the reflection on the mirror
I want to see all that so close and clearer
I crave to see your brightened smile
Feel the fear of your pulse when you frightened by the thought of losing me
I crave to bump and grind in your black smooth pipe
Its comfortable,flexible for a goodnight  ride
I crave to sweat and dry with you after
a bubble bath
Dive to bed and wait for the appealing aftermath

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