The way our lips touch
Helps keep our love from straying
Ever so gentle and exploratory
As if our petals are straying
It is so hungry like and athirst,
That bodies then get intimate
Just like an automatic firing rounds
Our tongues delve in our mouths
And thrust themselves deeply
Making a hard-on ignite quickly
On you I start suckling hard
Over your forbidden stiffened bud,
Drawing its tip–
Licking and teasing between each hip
You tremble,
And all my soldiers assemble
War is waged from your collarbone
Down the richness of your breasts
Whilst my nestled machine gun
Seductively penetrates the depths
Grinding and grinding….
I start firing and firing….
You moan and whine
As I shatter every defense line
Damage done to your bed and sheets But all started with just one kiss.