Passion

He runs his fingers through your hair With each stare A kiss of passion left you bare, Your inner most secrets seemed to fly out of the door, but when he unzipped your pants The sensation of emotions filled you to the core. He begins to enter your pool of roaming, Moaning to the actions of each thrust one can trust. The education he's teaching can be taught as lust. The venture took you to another place, As he sips on the fine wine and face. The dribble did not go to waste, cause he went down for another taste. The both of you reached High peeks discrete, yet reaching the goals each seeks that will last for weeks. Making love is an art and fashion When it can give you a since of ' passion'. Tiffany Saxon