Her spine ignited to the slow kisses like a whisper. My hands hungry consuming rapidly that what was velvet smooth. Her ache slow burning and selfishly easily how I could ferociously overwhelmed the depths like a oasis that became her. She was like a wildflower in June. Agonizing melting yet she bloomed as my touch of fever got down with the thickness. Like butter she felt. Curves swaying provocatively like Waves. She will make me drown soon. She was a succubus and the temptation I slowly wanted to escape but I was to consumed by softness sensuality like heaven in its design. Sultry just to become art. The bittersweet canvas her whisper and whimpers became. To know she was sweet undoubtedly. Just a peach to me. Yet she steal my heart with every breath every beat. Knowing I didn't know nothing of love was ever this sweet. To know sugar became the cinnamon that belongs to the death of me. To comprehend she was kryptonite even inches away. I'd crawl like a spider just to worship a vanilla snow essence queen this way. To curiosity what goddess is she? To know for her words often bleed? Just to fall victim to the idea of her stealing only my heartbeat. Knowing like butter I melt at the forever like wind but sweet as wine the slow burning sound of my name.