LVI

 ...Moves VI...

Bewitched...

Those where your last words whispered with sexual needs,
my love...
Your scared eyes made my lips draw a pleasant smile,
you know what this sign means,
the slow move from this fingertips above your lips,
tongue and neck makes this eager grow with hunger...
You can tell by my eyes eating your expressions,
your manlyhood...

Wanna do more,
make worse this needs,
this hopes...
I know you dont want me to stop...