Dessert.
In the morning I unfold like a dessert,
Soft like Crème Caramel,
I shiver at the senses entering my body.
Warm like apple pie,
The heat we generate.
I'm moving like a treat
Because you're supposed to devour me.
I savour each kiss, bite, lick
you taste each moan,
gently coaxed from my lips,
I'm ready for my petting.
Shower me with your touch,
Whisper to me all the dirty dreams you had in the early hours of the morning,
When you were grinding on me half asleep
Watch me develop sweeter,
My lips reddening and swelling,
Eyes drop heavy under our mutual desire,
inspired, You kiss them,
Tell me I won't need them.
Dip into the honey pot,
Everything you need right here to nourish you.
You feel me,
I feed you.
The tongue is mightier than the sword,
and I'm glad my sweetness freed you.
© Leila Rose
Still taken from "Crème Caramel". short film by CANADA
Soft like Crème Caramel,
I shiver at the senses entering my body.
Warm like apple pie,
The heat we generate.
I'm moving like a treat
Because you're supposed to devour me.
I savour each kiss, bite, lick
you taste each moan,
gently coaxed from my lips,
I'm ready for my petting.
Shower me with your touch,
Whisper to me all the dirty dreams you had in the early hours of the morning,
When you were grinding on me half asleep
Watch me develop sweeter,
My lips reddening and swelling,
Eyes drop heavy under our mutual desire,
inspired, You kiss them,
Tell me I won't need them.
Dip into the honey pot,
Everything you need right here to nourish you.
You feel me,
I feed you.
The tongue is mightier than the sword,
and I'm glad my sweetness freed you.
© Leila Rose
Still taken from "Crème Caramel". short film by CANADA