I close my eyes
My head tilts
And I bite my lips

You pin my arms
Above my head
Your lips become extensions
Of my flesh
Starting just where my skin ends

Your breath on my skin
Trailing wet kisses
On every inch of me
I am liquid,
Pudding in your arms

I am melting with want
Molding my curves into your edges
I am solid
Grinding softly against you

I feel my knees go soft
Feel the pleasure come in stages
I am solid
Arching my body up to you

I close my eyes
My body tilts
And I raise my hips

– Biola

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