I’ll be the girlfriend in your *******
Only for now
As I am hoping you keep a place for me in your bed or if your sheets are always cold
Fulfill my last wish for you as I would do the same
My self control is weak
And I hope I stay on your mind
Like a parasite
I hope you crave the feeling
Of my curves
My clear, soft skin
Under your clamy hands
I was your clay, as you shaped me into yours
I rode you and drove you crazy
Every place I licked, ******, and begged out of you
As I was feining
You rose like a symphony and told me to take a bow
For my show is art and you will always be the only one to receive it
When she does the same, do you wish it was me?
Do you not wish I was on my knees for your ***** work?
Every time you attempt to sculpt her
Your clay falls and you give up
When you run your hands over her
Do you have to close your eyes?
And yearn for another
Intimate masterpiece
Only I can give you?