| i feel your lips | murmuring against me | the soft lush of it | shakes my breath | and your tongue | how divine they taste | sucking on my neck | rouge drawn and breaths stolen | my voice is raspy, from all the things you do | your hand | they hold my waist | tightly | i think i might bruise | but i don't mind | i want you to claim me | it's so dazed | honey milk sun, shining down on us | i whisper so softly | let me be your elegant muse |
❤
