I know I sound thirsty
But may I please partake in your sacred garden. May I taste your sweat juices. Let my lips invade the meeting of your thighs. Kiss your lips ever so gently. Giving my tongue free reign to go where ever it can reach. Let us count how many times I make your rivers flow. Feed me… I’ll never stop. Even if I find myself satisfied… The tastes of you will will me to keep going. Let me eat from the sweetest of fruits. please?