That sensation. My hands wrestling with your soft, black hair. My lips tasting the top of your caramel lips. These red nails digging into your skin. Oh but you. You're digging your last breath into my lungs. A taste of poison from the snakes mouth coming into my veins. Your body is a mountain of masculinity. And let's not forget about your thing that digs deep into my soul. I want so much more of you. I want to feel your atmosphere tackle my woes. I want to feel your blood sinking into my reality. But most importantly...

I want to make you my puppet everyday. -Giggles-