Wandering in lands unfamiliar yet my fingers have touched these sands and these stones, before. I can't remember; things have been fuzzy my mind has been fickle, this heart is a mere whisper of a girl who is now a cat in between her legs. She feels nothing, only a deep need to be filled until she moans into the night. You came in, gliding like a moonbeam Radiant, cold, harsh and rough. (why the **** do I fall for the bad boys.) Your hands are tanned veined and strong, sure and steady. Your eyes speak of things that should only be heard in between the sheets. I'm over here and you're all the way there, this does nothing to keep the closeness between my legs together. We talked about the world, its comings and goings (I have been so naughty, spank me like you mean it) Then you just keep me on ******* edge I wanna ****, you said. Your voice gets me wanting needing your hands to grab my soft thighs and you to fill me up ramming yourself in rough, soft, violently sore, screams bruises with teeth marks,
******* feel so ******* good.
why am I here and you're all the way there in the place we called home, it's still yours,