My naughty friend...

My Naughty Friend


I dreamt of you, my naughty friend...
Your words still inside my head.
The things you said you'd like to do,
As we shared together...bed.

The way you teased, that open blouse
Exquisite flesh revealed,
The torturous way I could not touch
My resolve not quite as steeled

The danger then of joining you,
A fleeting tender touch
A hallway brief, a kiss so sweet
I wanted you so much.

And then later on, a park nearby
Looking over towards you,
A smile, unzipped, a bra undone,
And then I did it too.

Sitting, watching, pleasuring...
Each other did we see,
Hearing wetness, sighs of joy,
Excitement, ecstasy.

To kiss your breasts, so soft so full
Tongue dancing and exploring,
Laughing at your naughty phrase,
"I so do love this whoring."

Standing there beside the car,
A widely opened door,
Slipping in, an evil grin,
As you begged me then for more.

Pounding thrusting, passerbys,
Unaware perhaps of this,
But even not, we couldn't care
The lust and pleasured bliss.

The slickness, wetness as you came,
The cry of pleasure then,
Giving you my own hot joy
And then doing it again.

Oh yes I dreamt of you my naughty friend,
And love the words you shared.
Meet we again for more of it,
As now we both have dared.