Slave to love – Heat

Losing myself in the spin

My hips carved into yours

My thighs, elixir gelled

My breath heavily lined by your lips

Candy feels surround me

Spicy swirl, cinnamon warmth

Delicate twirl, sensuous thrill

I feel you warm in doses of red

Touches drip… drip… dripping honey

Soulful gaze longing to be kissed

Sultry vociferous hands

Traveling along my curvy fire

You own my form and destroy it

Dulcet mélange of a dewy luster

Yours and mine

Ends in breathless… satisfaction

© 2018 Mel Gutiér

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