Two, three, one , four, zero,
You come with no rhyme,
Throwing my nerves in a tizzy - my mind is exiled to a world you made.
My body - pinned down by your stare, your hands cradling me as those lips ever so gently suckle on each blessed bud -
My moan, a gush of pleasure, tingling your nerves ending.
Hands, skimming my...