Its funny how someone can leave you so exposed without even taking off your clothes. With just one text, they can become an addiction, my mind is racing and I can't stop this feeling.
Do you know what you do to me???
Every time I close these brown eyes, I think of your dark gaze following mine after you sit back and say, show me something...(moans)Yes, how may I serve you?
I bite my lips and begin to quiver, my legs shook but that's not a shiver...
Its anticipation because I'm on your stage, all I want to do is play so let me, I say sexily, let me please you.
My hands travel down slowly from my lips, trailing a path as a reminisce, how good it felt when you kissed my center, lifting my legs higher as you entered...and tasted my hidden depths.
Did you hear my low moan as I scratched your back? I didn't know anyone could touch me quite like that, you tasted me as I tasted you, I'm teasing myself but I'm pleasing you too...Mmmm
Don't you want to end this game? My hands are fine but it's not quite the same. Its you I want, it's you I need. How much do I have to plea?
You smirk and tell me to come here, my body is shaking again, but it's not fear. I bend over and spread my legs ready to receive you. You say fuck and smack my ass as you feel how much I need you.
You come inside me and it once again ignites that fire. I sigh as I rest my head, so this is desire.
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Very nice
more a story than a poem -- Why don't you develop it further?
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