A bead of perspiration slowly rolls down between the soft valley between your breasts.

I run my fingers through your golden hair, as the wandering wisps find freedom where they lie.

I gently bite your innermost thigh, as you grab my head and pull me in.

I taste your sex magic and spiral out of control.

And now it’s building evermore.

My fix is almost here.

I push my soul inside of you, only if you push back.

Your mouth agape.

Moaning!

Breathing heavy!

Nails in my back!

Then calm.

And then you ask for more.

And I give, and give, and give.

Because you are my addiction.