You said that my face looks good between your hands. I said I disagree. Because your face looks even better between my legs.
BELAYou said that my face looks good between your hands. I said I disagree. Because your face looks even better between my legs.
BELAAs I comb my hair I find a grey one stands out among all blacks. I’m too like that grey hair, lonely among familiar faces.
BELAPlace yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.
BELADon’t just sit there looking at me. Come closer my love. Tonight I want you under my sheets.
BELAPerhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.
BELAThe heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.
BELALet your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.
BELAI’m addicted to you as a man to a cigarette.
BELALet me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.
BELAHope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope there can be no you or I.
BELADon’t stop me. Let my tongue massage your moistened tip.
BELAIf its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.
BELASneak your hands inside my blouses. Taste the softness. Squeeze them. Yes both of them. Now feel how my softness slowly turn hard in your hands.
BELALet me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?
BELADon’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?
BELALet me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.
BELA