The stress you supress
for me to undress
so you can caress
my sweet bodess.
You know so well
how to tell my thoughts
its not my thoughts
that have you got.
Its my body thats so hot
its the way I scream
when you hit my G-spot.
I have you hooked like a fish
to this fantasy wish
the way I swish my hips to you
makes me one yummy dish.
The way you lick your lips
Makes me want you to
slide in your fingertips
and wiggle, it makes me giggle, and moan.
I want you to bone me down
and all around
make me cum till I'm dumb
and then some.
Eat me
scratch my hips
rub my tits
make me smile
while you hit it from the back
also lay a smack on my ass
and a tap to my cat.
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