Well you know I speak with touch. It's the way I express myself.
I may not speak out loud. But yet my touch is the best you felt.
And I love the way you make my hardness melt. And I speak to every inch of your body as I move with stealth.
Lust is physically, yet when I make love to you. It's a bonding of our souls, a love ritual that is sprititual. As I slide my fleshly scepter inside of you, I feel the warm wetness of miracles, I feel your body move upon my own, and your touch is so beautifully lyrical.
So I play your violin with long gentle strokes, I place my wet hot tongue on ,your harden nipples. And your sensual sighs become such beautiful notes.
My conducting wand thrust deeper inside you, waving to your rhythm, writing a song in the wetness of your pleasure, as we sing together moaning the quotes.
I tell you I love you with every swollen inch, you tell me you love me back leaving me drenched. I watch your beautiful face as you bite your lips, as your nipples get pinched. I love the way your wetness sounds, as you ride up and down.
I stare up at two beautiful eyes as my hands hold two beautiful warm fleshy mounds. My touch screams into your body as I feel your love coming down. Your touch yelling at my soul, oh what a pleasurable sound. My every touch tells you that, I will love you forever.
I will come to you, and you will come to me. Our love will become one as we come together. Until you are in my arms again. My silent words will find no canvas to rest. When I touch again my words will become flesh.
