Lay your art upon me

Lay your art upon me
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 15th October 2013, 9:43 a.m.-10:43 a.m., in my own room at a starry hill, KL

You started whispering to my ear,
Left or right; doesn't matter;
You kissed my cheeks,
And licked my lips,
Your tongue caressed my teeth,
The sensation not a myth;
Your warmth showered on me,
Your talk as smooth as it can be,
Your fingers tickling my skin,
Your mouth sucking my chin;
Your hands; oh, they want to win,
I'm so tight; you gave a grin,
You bit my button and pin,
Both became so hard and clean;
I didn't know you're that mean,
Never have I ever seen,
Them like this since I was a teen,
I rolled you over like a jellybean;
On top you; I want to give a scream,
I practiced this at the gym,
My hands running through you,
Going down just to taste you;
Your lips so soft like a tissue,
Your tongue so yummy to chew,
I bit your buttons like how you did,
Your pins just kissed back at me;
Your hands they won't stop moving,
Your fingers searched my cheeks,
Not the upper but lower, please,
My lock is now ready;
I can feel your pressure,
Just show me your key,
I shall give you pleasure,
You comfort me with a blow;
Right on my pillow,
You're looking at me,
Row by row,
I must be at glow;
You took it slow,
Off real slow,
You played with my belly,
But your eyes dimming;
All the way to my fantasy,
More and more; I feel sexy,
Your tongue is so wet and dirty,
You know very well of me;
I can't even reach it,
I'm all yours already,
My thighs are spreading,
Only for you, my honey;
You know what I need,
You came and feed,
The rush of blood in me,
Oh, it's so good; come give it to me;
It's coming and I can't hold it,
I know you want it,
So hot and juicy,
Your lips are spicy;
I'm flying,
You're catching,
Arm in arm,
My turn to set your alarm;
All I need is to turn around,
After you, my crown,
One release and I found,
Hunger fills my mouth;
A popsicle here I found,
While you are already feasting round,
We're like clowns,
In a circus; upside down;
My hands squeezing you now,
You carried me as quick as sound,
You made sure that I wear no gown,
It's time for the lock to feel you now;
You decide and I'll make it count,
You hold my hands,
Telling me to relax,
No stress;
Just press,
I'm there; oh, yes,
This is no chess,
Hair in a mess;
Not in my dress,
Hands on my baby's chest,
He raises up from rest,
Now I'm on the bed;
I can feel his breath,
I want to be with him till death,
I can't think of anything else,
Is my birthday on the twelfth?
Do I have to meet up with Mels?
She knows all on wedding bells,
She plans it well like casting spells,
I can't wait for marriage;
I don't want his wealth,
I just want his health,
And him believing in his own shell,
Not thinking that I'm a piece of meat;
Although he knows I like him to eat,
Laying your art daily upon only me.