Your submission fuels me with fire, a desire, A craving to touch, to taste, and run my tongue through that place, That houses your sweet nectar. You flood my tongue with your orgasmic fluid, You to and fro, as my head below, Buries deeper between your thighs Between your thighs. Between your thighs, I feel so alive, can I stay forever, Can I always bring you pleasure? Can you sit on my face and ride? Can my tongue run up...