Create...Insatiate

She's the girl that likes to dream,
About the boy that made her feel like a queen,
He kissed her hand, she made him feel like a man, he brought her to his bed because he was the..BEST that she ever had, his lips and tongue made her giggle and sob because he was a..BAD boy, she was like a toy, but he respected her and made her purr sweet nothings and he knew tricks which were..SO cunning, the fire was building inside and he said hey baby, you want a ride? Open wide so I put myself inside and tan-ta-lize your mind so that we can both bind, They can feel each other's orgasms and ice cold spasms as they both give and take, she grits her teeth and rakes...his back, they make love and give it, it's rough and hot, they give their all, everything they've got, the passion is so intense; so great that she gently cries, he's working between her thighs hearing the excitement in her sighs, but then there's a change in their movements and she clenches the sheets as the music they make creates a different beat, she screams but she's so lost she doesn't hear the cry, he gives her his all and everything he has as their orgasms die but yet don't say good-bye to the souls they helped bond, bonding forever and beyond, she's left feeling great and crippled as he collapses on top of her and she's holding him near as she kisses his ear..and he chuckles, together they kiss, her hair does she twist, feeling like a younger girl again, he is such an angel in disguise; such a sin. She's thinking such a bad boy is he and he responds with why, I am a bad boy...Natalie, I have sinned but I ain't a sinner,
I am your lucky man; your number one..winner!