Hot lips, cold ice, watch it melt and trickle down into warm places. Place the tip of your tongue, just so, run it along the edge - my legs quivering. Fingers slipping, sliding, bodies glistening, eyes glowing, lips smiling...come and share the wine. For a time, be mine. Wishing it would never end, but glad to stand on tiptoes to kiss you goodbye, knowing next time will be better yet.  

xoxo Mature Doll