It's you that I'm craving
Your touch what I'm anticipating
The heat came with no warning
Unapologetic and unnerving
It started with a bit of kissing
Turned to sinful lovemaking
Bite after bite you did your marking
Neck and chest already bruising
Slowly on your way down you were heading
To a full course meal devouring
Up and down you were licking
You goal to get me high inspiring
Heavy breathing and silent moaning
Head buried deep 'round legs shaking
Left hand around my throat slightly choking
With little pressure and right hand thrusting
Fingers in and out I came loud, screaming
You looked up with a smug look, smirking
And on your way up restarting your teasing
From my navel to my lips finally myself tasting
ESTÁS LEYENDO
J O U S K A
PoesíaJOUSKA (n) a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head
