Your fingers burn a trail down my back.
Almost breaking the skin then back on track.
Your lips set a part of my mind ablaze as they go down my neck.
Capping off your path with a warm but quick peck.
I raise a hand to your waist and I see your eyes light up.
You know too well that I know your body like a map.
My fingers light a bonfire when they pass your thigh gap.
Prompting you to throw me down and sit on my lap.
My lips find voluptuous hanging fruit to ignite a fresh reaction.
Probably impatient but I’m aiming for your satisfaction.
We ride that fire then bang in goes the cannon.
We scorch the earth as we explode in heated passion.
