*dirty* Poetry.

Out on the dance floor.

Our bodies are grinding.

The way you move,such perfect timing.

Touches on my shoulder..fingers across my bottom.

Anyone that knew what he was doing before

Is Pale in comparision.

You run your fingers through my hair and grab the back of my neck.

One fierce kiss leads to many more.

As you grind against me on the dance floor.

You are winning this race straight to my bedroom.

I say we could go to morning

Maybe to afternoon

One knock and three the neighbors be complaining

I have a tingling in a certain place..Your hands smooth over me so close to that place.

Fingers up my skirt with a certain flare..One had there..another in my hair.

Grinding against me with a certain attention

I say you are the reason God made male inventions.

I think I might be ready to take you some place.

To touch your parts as you..

Fuck my face. Properly aware that such tender desire beads from your touch

I whisper in your ear I have had enough

I must have You I must in any way

We walk to my car on the way we play.

Youhold me close against you as we walk, touch walk, play.

We tumble in the car as you fondle me, as I lick your ear.

Lets make it to the house you say

Lets make it to the house.

But I am already primed

Won’t take no for answer.

I kiss your lips and touch your zipper.

With a rub it is undone and my mouth is doing its job.

Properly yes properly and I dont think we will make it to the bed tonight.

Damn you.

Licks and kisses and proper thrusting

I am hot and ready..Practically busting.

throw me on the back seat.

Hold me down or I might float away. I love this. I love this.

Punping in me as I stare at the stars.

Pumping in me as I look at your face.

damn..No wonder I always want you.

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