I saw you shaking your ***
and now I’m on fire.
Are you gonna put it out,
or are you gonna make me beg for more?
Because I don’t remember who I was
before I knew how you move like that,
before I knew how bad I wanted you.
I’m lying back, lips wet, thighs open,
watching you, sipping something sweet,
letting it melt on my tongue like I want to melt on you.
You tell me to come over.
I don’t ask why.
I just do.
I’m not your husband, but we can play.
No rules, no limits, just want.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need an audience.
Just you, stretched out for me,
just my hands, my tongue, my heat.
This is a low-budget film
but the way you moan makes it feel like a masterpiece
i'm erected like a monument
And after, we do it again.
Same film, new scene,
until you forget your own name.
I want to see you wrecked
I want to hear the way you gasp
when I make you lose control.
Your back arched, my hands gripping your hips,
pulling you in, making you take it.
We can talk, we can tease,
but we both know how this ends—
with you on your knees,
with me pressing deeper,
with you begging for more.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need lights.
Just the sound of your body against mine,
just the proof of what you do to me.
I’ll put your picture above my bed,
so I can remember how you look when you come undone.
I burned for you
now burn for me
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
I saw you shaking your ***
and now I’m on fire.
Are you gonna put it out,
or are you gonna make me beg for more?
Because I don’t remember who I was
before I knew how you move like that,
before I knew how bad I wanted you.
I’m lying back, lips wet, thighs open,
watching you, sipping something sweet,
letting it melt on my tongue like I want to melt on you.
You tell me to come over.
I don’t ask why.
I just do.
I’m not your husband, but we can play.
No rules, no limits, just want.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need an audience.
Just you, stretched out for me,
just my hands, my tongue, my heat.
This is a low-budget film
but the way you moan makes it feel like a masterpiece
i'm erected like a monument
And after, we do it again.
Same film, new scene,
until you forget your own name.
I want to see you wrecked
I want to hear the way you gasp
when I make you lose control.
Your back arched, my hands gripping your hips,
pulling you in, making you take it.
We can talk, we can tease,
but we both know how this ends—
with you on your knees,
with me pressing deeper,
with you begging for more.
We don’t need cameras.
We don’t need lights.
Just the sound of your body against mine,
just the proof of what you do to me.
I’ll put your picture above my bed,
so I can remember how you look when you come undone.
I burned for you
now burn for me
