Slipping into your bed, feeling your warm naked body. My fingers runaround your waist, dipping my finger into your belly button.

Fingers moving toward your precious girls, those perfectly formed twins of desire.  Climbing the mountains, traversing the darkened pathway that surrounds their peaks.

Easing you onto your back. I lap at your peaks, each in turn gently bumping the summits.  Surrounding the summits with the dampness of my mouth 

Suckling. 

Pressing each in turn to the roof of my mouth.  Shaking my head teasing them, stretching them. Suckling them more.  The peaks of your girls glorious in their stiffness