Sugar, baby!
We certainly had a row and it is still a close battle yet with you on top and me on bottom, struggling, gasping, tempting. Then, I am on top and you are on bottom, shamelessly teasing me- placing yourself is such a way as to be seen, to be felt, to be smelled and finally-hopefully- tasted.
I still have my strength. And, you, sugar-baby, are still in the pile.
