Remembering the pleasure

Alone in the night,
hot in his arms.
She remembers the the feelings of the time before.

They meet in the night,
for the first time ever.
She got to the room in an erotic haze.

He pushed her to the wall,
tore her dress from her body.
Forced his mouth onto hers',
before she could voice a protest.

He stands back from her quivering body,
admiring her form.
Her body quivers at the thought of him.

Her breasts stand out, proud and true,
rising and falling to her breathing.
The dark patch of hair at her sex.
She is everything a man could ever dream of.
The man will pleasure her before the end of the night.

His hands on her breasts,
they heave beneath his hands.
The nipples, rock hard to the command of his palms.

She wants him so much,
his cock deep inside.
Her cunt wants to squeeze ever drop of juice from his rock.

He takes his hand in hers,
forces it to her sex.
Pushes it deep inside the warmth,
to feel her clit.

Her body is rocking,
almost ready to explode.
She feels her fingers being forced into her.
He pulls her digits out and she tastes her cum.

She demands to be fucked,
Wants him sliding in and out of her.
Taking her again and again.

She doesn't care how he loves her.
It can either be in her mouth, her sex or her ass.
But she wants to feel his thick wad of manhood inside her.
Wants to scream in orgasmic pleasure as he cums.

Like an engine, he pushes her against the wall.
His cock pushes deep into her being.
Her nipples are sucked,
Her breaths become ragged.
Her cunt takes all of his cock until he pours forth his orgasm.

When they can't give anymore pleasure,
They fall to the floor.
Naked in each of the arms.

The sexy dance, it is over.
The lovers are satisfied.
For the song it is sung every night.