Overloaded
Overfilled
Excitement high
Can’t sit still
Pick up the phone
Call a friend
Talk so fast
Thought it was the end
You talk at me
I understand
Your commanding word
Your stinging hand
The collar chokes
The restraints they hold
My bodies ready
To be Your mould
Pull and twist
Squeeze and tug
Turn and push
Knees hit the rug
Looking up
Without sight
Hands in hair
Just don’t fight
Open mouth
On my knees
Your thrusting rod
Sharing seed
Bend and shape
Take my will
Oh please oh Sir
Drink Your fill
Bodies Yours
Mind is there
Push my legs
Up in the air
Sting me
Hurt me
Make me feel
Slap my ass
With Your rod of steel
Higher higher
Don’t let me fall
Blinding light
Floating space
Catch me now
Your arms so tight
Overloaded
Overfilled
Excitement high
Can’t sit still
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