Transitive Verb

Polluted my body

With defiled potions wasted passion against my taste

Twisted kisses on my waist filled with desire
Consuming sensibility when I'm unable to handle 

Candle lit moments with composure 

Exempting the salacity for exposure

He whispers honeyed words that melt under the heat of his breath to evaporate into my ears. 

My fears are gone, I'm not alone. I want this one. I want this done.
Touching me in measured strokes my throat bloats and on top of this jelly he floats...

He groans, grinds against my bones and stones me high;

amid my thighs he narrates a lullaby.
I've given him cookie too soon.

let him make stuffings eat often and bake muffins.
Under erotic sweat I drowned and swallowed words that sounded like

"yes"
"undress"
"let's have sex"

Polluting my body, just to show off with my pussy