i want to be kissed.
just like this.
i want you to rip my shirt..
buttons cascading to the floor
leaving me to want some more.
your breath hot sticky and sweet upon my skin
im reaching for you to come in
to the bedroom we might not make it
to the floor kitchen counter tops, anywhere i just will take it.
there is an art and beauty of seeing you naked
i dont want another lover
you keep it moist down under..
your energy is like no other
there is so much more to you than these verbs..
your inner wealth surpasses this session..
you are a metophorical weapon that i keep using its like crack i just keep abusin
in need like a blood transfusion..
as long as its just YOU im using.
No comments:
Post a Comment