The next day she'd do it again, get me bodied, hot and bothered, taste my love with the urgency of Diana Ross in need of a much needed number one hit and once her tongue found the Da Vinci Code in my clitoris and the code became the Force Being With me, I'd start climbing the mountain, soaring past the clouds, being wet by the moisture and she'd stop cold turkey before nature could yank out my orgasms. And again I would be mad, curse her, bitch at her and she'd tongue kiss me, hug me, rubbing my titties, my ass, stroking my Kitty Kat and she'd tell me, "Just hold out, I promise this will all be worth it."