Your Lips

I have a running erotic tape in my head that includes your bottom lip. I am obsessed with your lip. It is a catalyst for my orgasms. 

I watch you when you talk, that middle part of your lower lip. It captivates me. When your laughing and happy, it's got a sheen to it. It begs me to bite it. Suck it- crush it with my lips. 

That thought progresses to your fingers. Your magical touch. Light at first, tender, soft. Firing all my neurons that lead to my pleasure centers. Then your touch becomes strong, possessing. I've never experienced a touch like that before. Sure and full of desire. 

After our hands have done what lips do, I remember your mouth on my breasts. Suckling my life force and bringing immense pleasure. You have me now. You can do anything to me. You own me. 

Then my mind moves to your amazing cock. The taste of it. First your precum on my lips and then my tongue. You taste sweet and savory. Like an oyster rinsed in Champagne. Your cock fills my mouth and I love it. I look up and see those lips. Filled with passion, I swallow you.  

Even with your dick in my mouth, I’m consumed with passion for that bottom lip.