When he goes down; he goes down on my mind,
undressing my conscience while stimulating my body and soul
If he must suck, He would suck on my thoughts by sliding his tongue into the wetness of my intellect
He gently circles the clit of my emotions, exposing raw feelings of erotic desire
then he tongues my most intimate disclosures
He soul kiss the entrance of my darkest secrets and gently suck on the nib of my determination
He does this slow and deep, causing an enormous mindgasm that sets my tight place on fire, an experience like no other
I'm now leaking…
My soaking wet panties can no longer hold back the flow of my sweet juice now trickling down my thighs
Hormones raging like a stampede; I’m on the verge of an explosive orgasm
Simply because he kidnapped my thoughts and held my mind hostage with only his intellect
About the Creator
Shellon Williams
I have a passion for writing and I believe that whatever it is that you are passionate about doing you should do it wholeheartedly. One day I would like to be an advocate of a good cause. Proud member of vocal
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