Tuesday, February 27, 2018

La Petite Mort - Version 2, only 7 years in the making

I'm pushed against the wall, you pull yourself onto me
Biting my lip and tasting my tongue, I grow weak at the knees

Kick your heels to the floor, I slide my hand up your thighs.
Hearts thumping and blood pumping, I can see the desire in your eyes.

You grab me and kiss me and throw me down,
there is no mistaking the things you want right now.

Rip off my shirt, drag your nails down my chest. Over your head you pull that sexy black dress. 

You kiss down my body as you slide down my jeans
You stare with your bedroom eyes, longing to please. 

Straddling me as you throw back your head, breathing deeply and quietly moaning nails tear my back to shreds. 

I kiss your bouncing breasts as you slowly grind 
I slide my hands down and grope your behind.

Shaking and trembling, reaching your peak, 
breathing gets faster and turns into shrieks.

Arching your back through voiceless screams... 
down your body, your sweat starts to stream

You're out of breath....

...The little death.

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