Sugar On My Fingers
She's always new and beautiful,When she holds me tight,At the break of day,In the dead of night.She wraps her legs around me,Leather, silk, and lace.When I've been a naughty boy,She puts me in my place.The lady is an angel,In a sensual state of grace,My essence and my Mistress,The one to whom I race.She's the sugar on my fingers,The honey on my face,OH how my body lingers,For her touch, her smell, her taste.She's always n...