YOUR KISS

YOUR KISS

Your kiss of sweet honey and molasses.
Swallowing my desires, our bed.
I'm not tired of kissing, shot the veil,
And all our gluttony, crazy calls.
Your sweet taste on my lips,
I want to have full, scrape the pan.
My fingers; know are insane, wise ...
Needle in a haystack, look, I think ...
This Cayenne cane delusional
Honey me thy sweet licks.
Breathe slowly, almost panting.
Foul over a button on your blouse ...
The night is passing ... madness ...
In our fantasy ... Love ... Sweetness ...

MARCOS LOURES