Stuck in the thoughts of submission
Loss in the thoughts of different positions
This is what placed her in this situation
Hands above her head, tied to my bed
Contemplating on what she said
Her thoughts interrupted by my lips
As they make their own path on her skin
Hugging her breasts in my mouth
Painting her nipples with my tongue
Air escaping her lungs as my hands go down
My fingers caressing her before sliding between her folds
Folding her thoughts and unfolding her lust
Her gasps were not enough
My lips met hers as I found her spot
The warmth of her juices coating my fingers
Our lips leaving their dance to find different partners
Hers was the air, mine was a cold cubicle
It's cold touch to contrast with her warmth
My fingers accompanied by my ice laced tongue
And the sound of pleasure drip from her lips
As the mixture of cold and warm drip from my face
Her taste infatuating as I stake my claim
Glistening my chin, glazing my jaw
Gripping onto her restraints
While drenching my face
