“If you were home with me,
what would you be doing?”
Of course I would be pursuing
You
No lie
You’d be between my thighs
Making this Sailor curse
Putting in that work
Yeah
You’d be fcking me
And that’s exactly what I mean
Taken aback by pleasurable surprise
Her eyebrow rises
“Is that right?”
Indeed it is
I have no time to kid
You
or this mood I am in
The need for sexual sin-
sastions creeping through my corridors
You and I have been there before
Hands held above my head in one firm grip
As down my body the other takes a trip
Caressing my sides as I twist
Before your fingers take a dip
Deep into the wash of my hollow cave
Tide rising as you catch that first wave
You’re playing with my emotions as if strumming an acoustic guitar
Playing the strings
That make me scream
As I cream in unison with your melody
You suck your finger and whisper,
“Mmm, that was sweet”
Yeah
That’s what I need
And before I can recover from such a deed
You release me
Only to capture me
With the warm embrace of your lips
Below my hips
Gotdammit, shyt!
You ignite my vision
On a mission
Sucking up whatever was left after the original intermission
Only to call for an encore
Got me sore
What pleasurable pain to withstand
As you demand
My convulsive release
Soaking up the sheets
Heart racing to a thunderous drum beat
Thankful to be home
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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