One More Time

Do you think me wicked?
Because I love to write...
I sit here at my keyboard,
late into the night.
I think of all I'd like to do,
if you were here with me.
Alas.. that's just daydreams,
for it can never be.
But if at all there was a chance,
a change in my luck..
And you could be here with me,
the whoie night we would fuck.
We could take turns doing,
all the things we like to do.
First you could do me,
then I would do you.
My hands would love to feel,
the smoothness of your cock.
After my mouth had made it,
as hard as a rock.
Naked as the day we're born,
we'd spend what time we had.
By the time the morning came,
you'd probably think I'm bad!
Every position ever known,
you and I would try.
The only sound you'd hear from me,
would be my lustful cry.
I'd beg, I'd plead, I'd urge you on..
until the dawn of day.
"Fuck me baby, one more time"
are the words you'd hear me say.
We'd take our time, draw it out,
making the one night last.
But no matter how hard we tried,
the time would go too fast.
As the hours slipped away,
but while you were still mine..
I'd have to say it once again,
"Please..Fuck me one more time!"