Bad Boy

Written by: Wendy Roberts

Being a bad boy again I see 
in my room you show me how
truly bad you can be

My back pressed into the  wall
hot breath against my lips
your hardness growin thicker
making me ache for the 
swollen tip

My legs around your waist you 
drive your hardness into my
soft folds

Your harsh whisper in my ear
hearing you groan as I do 
what I am told

Nails digging into your back
hips grinding against each other
with each moan you would 
only get rougher

Our bodies drenched in sweat as
we explode and stare into each
others eyes 
we slip to the floor slowly with
you still hard between my thighs