Words Left Unspoken
His days drag on, nights routinely the same.
Work and kids consume his time none left for the game.
With all his responsibilities, he needs none of the drama.
The bread winner, the daddy, and now even the momma.
Being what his little ones need
His desire is what he has no time to feed.
Cant invest what is required to have a regular chic.
Tired of playing with his own dick.
Out of his overstressed lips, passes a long drawn out sigh.
She steps out of the shadows smiles and says hi.
He looks down and sees a lady her curves are pleasing.
Thier eyes meet and he can see already shes teasing.
Not one single word or even a whisper,
You can feel the air heat and become crisper.
From the sway of her hips to her exposed flesh
It wasnt long and it was thier bodies that meshed.
Afterwards exhausted and totally drained.
He reaches for her but only her scent remained.
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