RacoonMask

I hold her close, As we kiss, I stick my tounge, Right thorugh her lips... I let my tounge, Explore her mouth, Her tounge meets mine, Meets in her mouth... I press my tounge, Against her teeth, I feel the metal, Along her teeth... I pull my tounge, From her teeth, I press my tounge, Against her cheek... We lay like that, For but a sec, When then she jumps, Into my lap... I can feel her, Pressed in my lap, Her cheeks are soft, Against my rock... I sit like that with her, For quite a bit, Never would have guessed, But this is it... Happiness has found me, At last, Has found me, So let the past be the past... And