My lust is for a red red flower. full of fruit and colour, Soft and dry when first I taste a lick, a kiss, so gently. Lips like petals swelling full opening right slowly glowing filling start to flow moist with heartbeats nectar. Passions murmurs fill my ears music of arousal. Thighs that part and crave for more Eau de vie, the gleaming Skin glows flushed Muscles strain Your waterfall is streamingThe flushing heat of love...