It Is What It Is
I run my fingers across her hips
with my finger tips
I kiss her so slow
with the most sensual flow
We intwine
it's so devine
the hot air upon her skin
grabs her deep within
her toes curl
while I show her a new world
I bite her titts
throwing her body into
orgasmic fits
hold on a little longer I say
for when you cum
I am done
leaving her breathless and wanting more
but I am already walking out the door
leaving her puzzled lying
naked on the floor
as she heres the slamming
of her own bedroom door
I am your wet dream
I am your pleasurable scream
I am not your soulmate
I am not your fate
I know this is hard for you to take
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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