Pink Lipstick

Pink Lipstick I twist your hair around my wristAnd slowly push you to your kneesFirelight dancing in your eyesWe both know what you needMy thumb traces your pink lipstick You tremble but don?t speakYou want to hide your hungerBut you?re betrayed, by nipples peakedStraining forward anxiouslyRough ropes about your wristsI raise an eyebrow slowlyThere?s something you have missedYour eyes downcast Elvankent Escort in realizationYou forgot what must precede Surrendering, then pleadingly, At last you whisper: ?Please??Across my throbbing cock your breathFeels hot against the headI cruelly grip your jawboneAnd kiss you hard insteadYour wanton need escalatesThat hunger in Beşevler Escort your eyesBecomes a spark of triumphAs between your lips I glide Your greed that so excites meAs at first you slowly suckThen your desire overcomingYour mouth, you want it fuckedI love your desperationMarked by your hollowed cheeksYou take my cock so ravenously Cebeci Escort Down your throat so deepRhythmic moans like musicYour tongue in wild motionI think of holding backBut soon dismiss this foolish notionMy head thrown backEcstatic cry is more volcanic roarA liquid heat suffuses meAn explosion from the coreThe throb is so intenseEach burst your mouth I fillAnd then I hear you swallowIn the silence now so stillI gaze with fascinationOne tiny pearl upon your lipA luminescent testamentTo your now smeared, pink lipstickWith the naughtiest of smilesYou catch it with a fingerThen slowly, slowly lick it cleanOn my face your eyes so lingerI then release you gentlyKnowing most would never seeThat in the end it is your powerYour power over me