Where the lips are silent, the heart has a thousand tongues.
~ Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi
Run your hand over the rounding of my bottom. Feel the texture of my soft skin. Follow the line of my leg to where they come together and find my swollen lips waiting for your fingers. Slip your fingers between those lips and dip into my wetness. Roll em over, open my legs and go down on me. Part my labia with your tongue, tease my clit with your touch. Slip a finger inside me while your tongue dances with my hard button and sends shivers through my body, makes me arch my back and spread my legs even more. I want to feel your touch, your tongue. I want you to taste my sweet honey and know I have been waiting for you for so long, have been saving all of this for you…
© Rebel’s Notes