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.
BELALet me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?
BELAI’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.
BELADon’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?
BELAYour love tickles down my thighs. Let me take it with my fingers and put it on my mouth. Let me see how you taste.
BELAPush me on the bed and come over me. Let me pull down your pants and press my mouth onto your naked peak. Let me taste the lava that flows out of your volcano.
BELAIn all my almosts I lose you little by little.
BELALove is all about uncertainties. If certainly comes in love, love dies.
BELABlow the cigarette smoke on my face. I want to smell you in them.
BELADon’t stop me. Let my tongue massage your moistened tip.
BELAI take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.
BELAPlace yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.
BELAYou’re the addiction that takes away all my sorrows.
BELADon’t stop even if I ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.
BELAHope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope there can be no you or I.
BELALet me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.
BELA