Dinner table.

Grab you close make sure our lips lock
Soft breath on your neck before I attack
You love when I move your hair; place a wet kiss on your neck’s back
Move down slowly as I scale the twin peaks.
I see your eyes baby. Gettin lost in the heat
Still moving below my lips on your stomach. Continue my descent below the navel
Brace yourself Love. I’m at the dinner table.

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