The intensity of his hand around my neck as he slurps on my clitoris
His index finger traces the fullness of my lips as I try my best to control the sounds coming out of my body
But the rhythm of his tongue is astounding
I feel as if I'm drowning in a sea of uncontrollable passion as he dives head first into my universe
Studying the astrology of my anatomy as if his life depended upon an A in my class
Still fully dressed like an assassin and he is killing my ass
His relentless application of pressure is the best thing I've ever had
Because now I am a complete puddle of lunar water and I need a bath bad ...........
But he tells me that was just beginning as he undoes his pants
