Tonsil Tango

Letting my lips graze your's
Smelling your sweet scent
If what we're about to do is a sin
I have no wish to repent.

Tilting my head sideways
Leaning into kiss
Never before have I felt
Such perfect bliss as this.

Wrapping my arms around you
My heart begins to race
Shivering pleasureably
Trailing kisses across your face.

Now I'm getting impatient
Let's play this tonsil tango sin
Indulge in our secret fantasies
And let our sweet desires win.