That Part

A place where untold stories meet Gathering into dips of deceit. Your lips, Soft as mama’s old black coach Sensual and velvety sweaty kisses Liquid. Melted. Vanilla. Creamy. Running down the narrow, lumbar region. Curved Swerved Circumferencing my torso. Kiss my ass. Well, maybe not. That won’t make me hot. Cum to The small of…