Already, the cat has my tongue so why do you put your finger over my lips when you so desire what my tongue can do... The way you arch your back groan and moan coyly bite your lips then call out the name of God! For I am in your loving reach causing you to grab my hair in joy prompting my lips and tongue not to stop I worship you with butterfly kisses inside your lovely thighs All the way down to your fertile garden with bush of nesting egg provoking me to thirst..