Succulent Lips

The last kiss with them succulent lips.
That long tongue sneaks out through her thick, curvy lips to lick her bottom lip.
Fighting not to bite her lips.
 She gets ready for her kiss and puckers her lips.
Lean in one, two, three she moans after he placed that long pink tongue to her lips.
The kiss felt like a succulent plant, so juicy, so passionate, she moans again and again.
Feeling her oops tingle, dripping with ease because she's being pleased.
From her lips to her neck he goes all the way around.
She pulls in for more and more.
Her oops throbs and throbs, screams for his man piece.
He touch her oops than whispers This turns me on.
Boom an explosion just happened juices everywhere.
That bomb organisms from a kiss can't no other man ever compare.
We got that passion and it anit going nowhere.

Poetic ER