I still feel your legs around my neck. Pulling me in, so I can't stop. You are fire in my mouth. You are the sweetest taste of almonds. I hear you call my name, asking me to tell you if I like you, while you shower me, while we tremble. I still feel your hand grabbing me by the hair, pulling hard, showing me how fast or slow. My tongue, my lips were created for this. To feel you, to gratify you. You are fire in my soul. Don't stop, you moan, don't stop. Nothing matters but you and me, melting like piles of salt in the rain.