Child in Sex

[bootsiesthebomb]

You stink with heat,
And I want to kiss you.
Like a mystic and unrecognizable vision,
A de-ja-vou like apparition of lust,
You hang in my memmory,
Heavy like your thick hot heat.
I can taste you,
Swishing you around in my mouth.
You're sweet and welcoming,
Rolling over my incisors.
A fine and acquired taste...
Too rich to give nourishment,
But far too appetizing to withdraw from.
In my wild heart,
I can see myself surrounded by you,
Kept close in to you with out a choice,
And being never happier so long as I may live.
I am rapped up,
And could wish for only more.