Sweat

This is the forbidden fruit, ...but your world´s empty without. You need his kiss, his tender touch. You cover your eyes, try to hide yourself, but then, ‚...keep on doing what you´re doing to me ! Some feels like a heatwave, some feels like a storm. Some feels a little dirty, ...lust just eating you up. You let loose, then cross the line and groan, ‚...please, keep on doing what you´re doing to me’ He´s making you sweat...