The lingering taste of her is what I wish my tongue was filled with. I’m left with the taste of raw black floating around in my inner thoughts. To have you would be a cure to this addiction of mine. Though that quick fix wouldn't do, I'd need more than that to satisfy this thirst. To feel lips all over me will be enough. Tomorrow seems like a million hours away. I'll wait for the day that I am blessed by her presence. Tonight I am in need. I feel it through my everything. Twirling tongues between pink lips, in this imaginative state lying between thick brown thighs as moans fill the air. The touch too soft and lingering. Faces made with a room spinning, sheets torn and back arched. Hold close as there is no return. This feeling shall only last for a moment as the quake of a wave crashes down. Cured of aggression with passion. Kisses coat her in unspoken love.