Making Love*

Your eyes verbalize adulation, your fingers fondle a soft strum, and your voice utters enthusiasm, as my senses play along in obsession. my lips savour honey palatably as I malleably tremble in a kiss crave Which you benignly never gave but to my heart beat, a steady jog till I tongue nosed like good dog and wailed in real fondly pleasure from your devious culpable silky touch softy like a toddler’s hearty embrace. and I love like none other lived but you.