Feeling Used

Woman use my body 2 find what they're missing Maybe my looks are to blame Leaning in close sniffing the cologne on my neck Running her hand gently on my member Her giggling as her lips touch my neck Her arms wrapping around me Not because I am available But because she need 2 find something inside herself Maybe she feels stressed.... Maybe something inside was lost... Maybe life is too much sometimes..... Maybe she just needs to feel wanted...... Needing to feel the rhythm of my thrusts The pulsing of my piece Sliding and gliding in and out Finding the piece of herself she was missing Every stroke putting her together like a puzzle My arms holding the pieces together Her moans call out to her soul Screaming from a mountain top Our hips moving in sync Our bodies intertwined As she reaches her summit An explosion of euphoria finds her missing pieces We slowly untangle as bliss fades to clarity Afterwards I am a fond memory No worries about my feelings I must have none