Measuring my worth through the subtleties, it’s those little moments that happen that are just not little at all to me.
It’s the moans and screams. It’s that arch of your back. It’s when you reach down as if trying to hold on for dear life and your palm grips my bald head.
It’s the eyes rolling back.
It’s the heavy breathing and when you reach for your tits and squeeze them, as if the key to turning down this assault on your endorphins lies somewhere in your nipples.
I love it when I invoke a response in you that you just cannot help but provide me, completely lost inside the feel that I provide you.
Myself, entirely lost in the beauty of your feminine essence, each and every little thing you do and all the characteristics about you send me into orbit and you don’t even realize it.
Your sounds and your smells. Your hair, your eyes, your voice, your walk, your little delicate frame and by God, when you flip your beautiful head back and moan in ecstasy as I prey on your gorgeous little kitty.
So flip it back, little girl. Let those orgasms I bring you encompass your entire being and run with it.
Just feel me, giving the best part of me, to you.
Release yourself to me.
And just feel me.