She gives me the look, the one that says "right here"
she slips her arms around me, touching everywhere
public relations, she knows exactly when and where
A library cranny, or a tiny breakfast nook
the restroom by the stairs, or behind a stack of books
I'm usually on lookout, an unobtrusive, type of crook
Never yet been caught, she knows her craft, her croft
slow the key to movements, sound, not a single a cough
liquid in her needs, her coos and moans, so soft
Just wiggling our bodies, dying to get off
thank god she's not a squirter, good lord, we would be caught
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
She gives me the look, the one that says "right here"
she slips her arms around me, touching everywhere
public relations, she knows exactly when and where
A library cranny, or a tiny breakfast nook
the restroom by the stairs, or behind a stack of books
I'm usually on lookout, an unobtrusive, type of crook
Never yet been caught, she knows her craft, her croft
slow the key to movements, sound, not a single a cough
liquid in her needs, her coos and moans, so soft
Just wiggling our bodies, dying to get off
thank god she's not a squirter, good lord, we would be caught
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