tina

her lips and hands knew my body
for the first time
i could feel the heat run from her body to mine
lips danced oh so well
up and down..down..down my body
awkward hands knew not where to go
a wet frightened child
riding waves of warmth and beauty
turning into a soft bodied molusk
at the touch of her guitar calused fingers
my hands ran up and down her soft canvas
"roman hands and rusian fingers" my daddy used to say.
hyper-active puppies
she grabbed my hands
pinned them down above my head
i looked upward into her huge doe eyes
that swallow me whole with hunger
i look into her begging for more
begging for everything
she grinds her pussy to mine
she kisses me rough and deep
my head
my body
my insides
my outsides
are full of sensation and swimming in oceans of her sweetly tainted breath
riding waves of warmth and beauty
her teeth find a resting place on my neck
and sink in deep
i cry for more & more
until my porcelain skin is marked
black and blue with passion
bite marks that hide under zebra scarves
her hands stroll across my body
and make their way to my lips
where my tongue traces circles around her tips
"i love your hands" i say
"thats good" she says, "cause my hands love your body".