I am not always an
But if I feel the need to show it... I will.
and this moment
He needs it
He sits there waiting
If my prose is equal to my experience
I am not young, he is not old
and he was told that maybe, I had that good stuff
I can tell he likes it rough
by the way his voice gets raspy when I play in that nappy.
No baby don't shave
I like the natural for days...
Can I stimulate your imagination?
Let's dance off some Temptations.
You can concentrate on my hand rubbin that place in your back.
Can you feel that?
Sure you can.
I bet you did not think I would be the woman
to make you think about love again
I am a pen
and you are my ink
I want you to sink your quill deep into my will to fight
let me bite your ears gently
until your mind and body agrees
You want me...
So bad, that your pants unbutton, without help.
A little yelp leaves your lips as you hear me unzip, my own.
I see that bone baby
Is it mine?
I don't sleep around, so this ground, that we are breaking
and the bed that we will be shaking
will be exclusive.
Speak to me baby, is your imagination at the point of explosion?
I see you, I'm not psychic, but I know
that you needed a little release
Thank you's not needed...