DEBORA_SEXY

I go for the soft bite,to tear the veins in your neck,sigh while nakedIn my language,the piece of skinwhat did I chooseto startthis new adventurewithout fixed bearings.Touch me, desecrate my chest,stick your belly to my belly,sinks your breasts in my mouth,lift one legup to my hipswhile I delightchasing your thigh.I go through it,from beginning to end,my hand is wise,it comes, it gets longer,feel the spasmswhen it reachesthe edge of madnessand the moss opens,determined, uncontrollable,throbbing like a living heart.My fingers, anxious,they look for their center,the triumphal entry to paradise,they want to mold it,so, in touch,they slide down their walls of firewithout burningGimes, but you open,more, more, you ask and desorbita rock movement,I do not know you,you are a tremor,a rumble,something that collapseswithout form, without strength,that succumbs,while an avalancheof warm snowdescend through your legs.