I cannot get over the thought of
Getting intimate with you
How I would kiss your lips
And drain your mouth
With every inch my tongue goes deep

I would grab those hips
And gently squeeze
As i lick those tits, nipples
Till morn turns to wails and screams

I would go down on you
Make sure I have drunk
From the pool of life that
Awakens the Sense of Rights
Much alive to what is right

I'm no minute guy
And if you would be as kind
You would let me do the guide
Disagree if you would like, but
Pleasuring you is my like

Not once, twice or thrice
If thoughts were alive
Intimacy it would be
By the count of dice