? One, and one,
We’re having some fun,
In the, bed-room, all day,
And all of the night… ?
He confused her senses with mixed messages. His kisses didn’t match his touch. His smooth lips contradicted the roughness of his handles. Squeezing the hook of her ass. Lifting her across the room. Clutching her ribs as her back rubbed against the wall. Tossing her on the bed before laying on top of her to kiss her forehead.
Those daddy kisses…
…the kisses that told you, “everything’s gonna be okay,” after a rough day.
And roughness is what he gave her before his tongue slipped in her innoSINce.
There’s no place like home…
His face was buried between her legs to lick a place he was most familiar with. Speaking in tongues at the place of worship where the original sin had blessed him. Blessed him with the reason he was alive to taste the forbidden fruit until she chose to give it up. She christened his face with Holy water as she let go. Baptizing him with self-respect with no shame. Purifying him with purple rain by squirting her Minnetonka on his face to crown him prince.