Smellin like I taste so sweet…

The look on my face is pure innosence…

The arch in my back is pure seduction…

The sway of my hips is purly musical…

The flex of my muscle is… heavenly to say the least

I whisper your name

You leave your mark

Sweat starts to drip

But we don’t stop

And then…….

We float…….

Then you wake up

To breakfast….. smellin like it tastes so good.

- Kenza Ashley