I touch you. I feel you. I want more. This is true. As our bodies press against each other whist we lie on the floor. I ain't a dirty whore. I just want to express my love for you.

Giving into lust which is strong. The texture of your hair which is soft and long. The scent of your deodorant, that sensuous aroma going through my body.

As we stare into each other's eyes. As our noses touch each other. As our lips press together, moving around each other until our tongues kiss. Then they start rolling around each other and going in deeper and deeper.

Our arms then go around each other as they travel all over our body and start exploring. Next your body presses against me harder. Penetrating my soul. Making me feel like a woman. Making me come alive. Helping me to know you better. Helping me to know myself. Helping me to find myself. Gaining knowledge of new and exciting movements and positions. Giving me bliss.

Then I let out screams of delight because this feeling is so reel that I have to let my emotions out since they're impossible to keep in, otherwise I would explode with passion.

I see your skull pendant hanging from your chain and dangling above my mouth like bait. I grab it with my lips and play with it with my teeth and tongue, giving me the ultimate pleasure.

Then I fall asleep into your nest. I feel your fingers running through my hair, your arms cradling me, your lips pursed together as they touch my face. Finally I feel your head touch against mine.