My Hang Up

My Hang up

Talking dirty makes me blush…
turns my mind right into mush.

I wrack my brain to figure out
what I could say, what I could shout.

The words are there, they just get muddled.
My tongue gets tied, twisted and fuddled.

He feels so damn good, I’m yearning to share
those dirty little words I long to bare.

Ooooh’s and aaaah’s are safe to say,
but the dirty game.. I want to play

I think I may, I think I might
make his wish come true tonight.

Here I go; the time is here.
Feels so good, too good I fear.

Cumming fast, I’m flying high…wow.
Sparks are soaring, in too deep now.

Lost again, the words escape me.
Oh well, there’s always next time… maybe.