Your button

I know it’s cold there,

but that smell yours

talk to me about your heat.

Then I imagine the salt&lt taste;/p>

born of your fantasies

And I want to know about him,

your knees trembling,

are barriers to my cheeks;

do not let me.

But the smell bothers me,

with primitive&lt instinct;/p>

‘m thirsty for that mixture of urea and salt.

My licked speak for my

They ask your thighs

to let me go,

then I paint on your valley

colors of extreme passion.

And though at first you resist your

nothing stops the warm onslaught,

Your breathing quickens,

Now your nails in my hair,

they are talking about you.

Your knees are separated

and they invite me to go,

but I prefer to wait,

then back to your thighs.

That drives me crazy smell yours

and even more when I saw

your secret place

He has sobbing with emotion

Then they open your doors wide

and your nails are another nail bit me,

I head for that anxious button

Now let your lips and see.

I walk a little further

and that steals the sanity,

I’m already close to that delicacy

flavor that is now yours in me,

I do not want to let you go.

My teeth hold the epicenter

and then you get to it,

you’ve longed again and again,

a mixture of gasps and spasms,

this is your volcano erupts

and it is just for me.