I Call Myself Jizzy

as you walk by me and smile warmly as he puts is arm around you, i become warm myself....and i call myself jizzy i wonder what that mouth will do i wonder what skills those hands possess i wonder where your level of intensity is i wonder what the scent is of every part of you i need to go somewhere quiet i need to go someplace to let my images and my imagination take over for a spell i think of your voice as you whisper things in my ear so shocking i think of the seductive nature of your whisper as you call me jizzy i picture you only in black cotton panties and a soft come hither stare i breathe heavily as there is no need for oars of any kind i breathe even heavier as the climax of the excitement overtakes my mind completely i breathe yet even heavier as you ask for your favorite favor of me devoid of all sense that is normally common....i live up to the moniker of jizzy