I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
I missed the feeling of your cock between
my lips
and your cum
when it drips
down my chest
and my thighs, pressed tight
are still slippery on the inside.
I’m an eel moving
with the pull of your current.
I’m a siren
singing full volume in the desert.
I want your elixir
your kingdom cum
in the bedroom,
but you’re not dreaming.
Late night snacking
on this pussy
you’ve got a craving
and my hips
won’t quit
until you’re shaking
reeling
from the thrill of it.
Daddy goes down,
but his last call doesn’t come til’ sun up.
Shape me and mold me
every color of
your sexual deviancy.
I’m not a cure,
but I’m fixing
to explore the furthest reaches of your boundaries
of this bed
of your – flexed fingertips.
I’ll wake you with my mouth
if you put me to bed with yours.
I’m pleased to please you,
sweet release in these sheets,
tangled up inside me.
Your aftershocks got me shook.
To the boy with the eyes,
the color of the sea –
I fell into more than your bed.