The Morning Touch

Like Diana Ross Your body sings to me, Begging me to touch it in the morning But touching it is just an understatement Compared to the thoughts of the things That I want to do to you As I caress you from head to toe Can you hear my hands speaks passionately to your body Saying I love you, I need you, and O'how I carve the smell and taste of you So I help myself to a full helping of you Kissing, licking, and nibbling on your neck, your breast, and your belly button freely That was just the appetizer Now it's time for the full course As I make me way down your body I'm anxious to taste your goodies down below But I pass by that area for now and start slowly massage your toes Sucking on each one equally Your body starts yelling and calling out to me With gentle kisses I make it from your feet to your knees I can't help but to notice The higher my lips gets closer to your tights The more your body starts to quiver So I grip the inside of your tights and open them wide And I invite me to come inside Now I'm kissing, and sucking on the lips of your juice box The sounds of your moans are begging me for more As your body yells please don't stop I start working my tongue up and down, around, and around inside of you Just to see the pleasure in tour eyes when you squat Now that was just a morning touch