Deep in it.
through the thought of lust
high hopes of penetration
ready to bust
yet yield to concentration
i love to play,when i visit your y
get you soaked,as i take you for a ride
take it slow at first
then put your ass in the fast lane
have your toes curl-in
as your screaming my name
begging for more,
as your lick-in your lips
working your hips
collecting skin from my back
under your fingertips
losing yourself baby
lost in a zone
penalized by the pounding
has loud in your moans
no more soft whispers
as we both groan
exhaling to a release
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