Story of your lips

I feel those lips touching my body
Licking my limbs with gentle strokes.
Pressing hard on my lips and tongue
Uneven breathes on neck to toe.
Touch my heart through breasts
Brushing on me the musical fingers.
Playing a piano on stormy night
I feel fire running down the spine.
Replying back to those hungry eyes
I melt and burn like lava as you bite.