By: Kamaria Campbell


Big, beautiful, warm, and wet from his tongue

Slowly gliding along the surface leaving behind a trail of saliva

He sits back and thinks

His teeth nibbling on that bottom lip

Curiosity takes its course

I rise to my feet

Step by step I get closer

He stands and aggressively pulls me in

Our lips colliding

Fireworks and sweet music plays as we both feel the rush

Now it is my tongue

Gliding along those lips

Tasting his sweet skin

His hands glide into my long curly brown hair

They grab hold and my body weakens as he takes me into his control

My alarm sounds and I am awoken


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