Something in This Liquor

You were never one to bite your tongue… instead you rather let it run, across me… sending sweat dripping down my body from your heat in the fourth degree… the test of your kisses are smooth like liquor… it goes down nice without the burn… but now it’s your turn, to have your way with me… licks that rock the ocean in this treacherous sea… waters that can drown you at any given moment… but ironically you love to lick her ocean tears with your face still stoic, I soon helped you reached the shore again so I guess I’m heroic.

Sometimes the liquor is dark… rough, screams, leave our memories on the sheets… so good that it makes you ponder and retreat… she was in need of a nice treat. Other times it’s light, maybe lights on, but… light up my world like no other… liquor till she gets the chills… your tongue speaks many languages and has been thoroughly impressed with your foreign skills…this isn’t a game or a drill… the best medicine from you my doctor so  there’s no need for a prescription for pills… all I need is your thrill… under these sheets you provide everything I need to be fulfilled.