Lips Of Passion

 Your lips of passion flowering to crimson

The soft moistness of your nectar

Wetting your lovely , possessing , glistening thighs

Flowing down your , alluring , seducing , slender long legs

Like the droplets of dew dripping from tips of rose petals

Your scent floating , lingering in the winds

Like the fragrance of zillion tulips

Lusty lips emerging from the folds

Of your swollen passion of love

Like a soft tower of your intense lustful passions

Flooding the senses , taking control , hypnotizing , mesmerizing the heart

Your scent weaving the threads of bondage

Around my soul , entrapping in your absolute control

Your nectar of love emerging from the folds of your lips of passion

Like the delicate wings of a butterfly in flight

Your lips of passion , your lips of passion

Wanting with desires of passions to be nibbled

To be plucked lovingly from the edge of your lips of passion

Your blossoming crimson lips of passion

Make you moan in intense pleasure

Rising your shapely round hips in want of passion

On the intense sensation of pleasure

Of being nibbled plucked softly from the base of your lips of passion

Your nectar of love flowing softly from your lips of passion

Your desire of your ripe pink nipples to be nibbled plucked

Growing intense every passing moment

The soft drizzle of your nectar of love

Flowing from every gentle squeeze of your full rosy bosom

Moans of pleasures escaping your full red lips

Your love heightening , with the thought of your lips of passion

In my mouth between my teeth chewing them softly

Going in my body , in flesh

Passing my wind pipe, passing my lungs ,passing my heart

Resting in my stomach , filling me with you , deep in my own body

The flesh of your lips of passion in me , making us one in flesh

I cherishing the addicting taste of your lips of passion

Your lips of passion regenerating again , rejuvenating again in seconds

Renewing your desire , to gently , passionately , play again and again

Holding me the prisoner in the entrapment of your lips of passion

Holding me a prisoner in the soft folds of your lips of passion

Holding me the prisoner in the scent of your womanhood

Holding me the prisoner of your nectar flowing from your lips of passion

Holding me a prisoner in between the folds of your ripe full rosy bosom

Making me forget the world around me

The sky above , the earth below me , the oceans of water outside the window

Taking my religion away from me

Stealing my filth and wisdom

Making me see and remember only you , you and you alone

Making me want you and you alone

With the reins of my lusting passions only in your command

I can only stop , only when and if you gently put me away

Which you don’t

You just entrap me , to play with your lips of passion on and on forever

With me not knowing the limits or the desire when to stop

You know the full length of my worship of you

You know my soul desire only you

You know my heart of stone

Or do you

Or do you

Only i know my heart of stone

I am the deceiver

I am the pretender

I am the liar of liars

I have a heart of stone

Your lips of passion , makes my heart grow founder of you

That is why i stay away from you

My heart of stone , my heart of stone

The deed is to be done

I have the task to do

You can’t win my heart of stone

Your lips of passion , flower the valley of my passions in my soul

I only dream of your lips of passion

Your lips of passion

Your lips of passion

Your lips of passion

My heart of stone , my heart of stone

Just running away from your lips of passion

Your lips of passion

Your lips of passion

Your lips of passion….