We lay together, as your song
plays softly in the background. "Come on baby, light my fire."
Hearing your voice, as you gently bite
my neck and earlobes with your
soft/full lips, while nibbling
gently with your teeth,
instantly causes moisture.
Moisture at the spot
that yearns for your touch.
Our skin glides across each other,
as we move ourselves
into an age-old position.
My skin tingling in every spot
your's touching me, now I know
why they call youThe Lizard King.
You whisper softly to me,
words that I recognize from your poem Always; "I want to
'Enter again the sweet forest
enter the hot dream.'"
I beg for you to enter now,
before my climax consumes me.
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