A Little Bit
Come on baby, let me give you a taste of it, just a little bit of my love, the tip of my tongue will make you cum.
Here sit on it, just a little bit for your tip and lips.
By: Trust Her
Picking You Apart
The rise in your shoulders, the collapse in your collar bone, your definition and tone in words that moan sweet lips of “Yes baby I miss you.” The hollowing space and distance between your lips when you part them to speech. The reach in your eyes when they search for mine, your drag of them around my face, them dipping and lifting all over me. The nervousness in your hands reaching out to freak me. By: Trust Her