Blow the cigarette smoke on my face. I want to smell you in them.
BELABlow the cigarette smoke on my face. I want to smell you in them.
BELAThe heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.
BELADon’t stop even if I ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.
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.
BELAI’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.
BELAHold my hand. I promise never to let go of yours.
BELAFor a change let me taste your thumb tonight.
BELAYou said that my face looks good between your hands. I said I disagree. Because your face looks even better between my legs.
BELALet your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.
BELAKiss my belly button. Explore it with you tongue. Now move to my thighs. Yes the inner ones. Wet them with your kisses.
BELANo road is so long as not to come to its end.
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.
BELAI’m addicted to you as a man to a cigarette.
BELADon’t just sit there looking at me. Come closer my love. Tonight I want you under my sheets.
BELAEven the silence has music if you care to listen to.
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.
BELA