You May Drip On Me

I ask you what's a man to do, myself, I wouldn't have a clue. She looks exactly like Godiva and teases me with her saliva. Mind you, no person should be hung for using, lavishly her tongue or his. In fact once they're entangled they do get soaked, at first though, spangled. I think that spit has pheromones which resonate mysterious tones. Like crystals flaunting fragile beauty her glands perform a double duty. Now let me tell you one more fact, this lady has been labelled 'stacked'! And any male whose blood is red and, as a baby, who was fed from overflowing lactic glands will reminisce, you understand, in his desire to go back and give each side a proper smack. Hear ye, I say she won't allow diversions, saying 'kiss me now! ', and as for me, the love-struck fool I do consent, and soon we drool. And come to think, we plumb forgot that kissing deeply makes you hot. In our case, this did not work. For one, I was a real jerk, I let her be the great dictator instead of playing fornicator. No children ever graced our table although the marriage remained stable. Until last year, when I was keen and used a drug called atropine. It did confuse her salivation and brought to life a new sensation. Next day she took my hand and led me to the big communal bed. We did what we had sorely missed and afterwards we REALLY kissed.