WHEN LOVE NEVER DIES

When the love matches the passionate kisses it is easy for your love to come down, making you weak in the knees. Your neck tastes like caramel butterscotch and candy chocolate drops.

My heart is beating faster as I hold you in my arms. Everytime I hold on tight to your thighs. I am trying to take my time as I strengthen my thirst of the rivers of your body.

I breath slowly listening to you passionately moan calling my name over and over again! I look up to the sky feeling you calling me to discover deeper desires of the oceans of the thickness of your beautiful body tone!

By Ra’ShyAlah Sakura the Poet