Lustful Bliss
I want you on top of me
I want to make you squeal
that thing called lust
is the only thing you need to feel
your hips start to move
I can feel you grind
lets not care about tomorrow
tonight your ass is mine
nails digging into my shoulders
sweat beading on my head
we start to get a rhythm
you can start to hear the bed
I roll you on your back
I pull out
but then slam back in
something that feels this damn good
has to be a sin
your legs lock around me
guess you could say I'm trapped
we both keep on going
til something inside us snaps
now we're just like animals
no words uttered
only the sounds of our cries
keep going til we pass out
we sleep where our bodies lie
Copyright © Marcus Foster | Year Posted 2019
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