Talk ***** to me. Let me know how your body aches for me. I want to know your every desire. Tell me whenever I make you hard.
Tell me every time you *** thinking of me, If I can't be blessed to be with you. Tell me how much you want me, What you want to do to me.
Make me know your desire and passion. Make me know your uncontrollable lust. Tell me how much your hard **** is dripping. And make my heart race wanting you more and more.
Hide nothing from me. Come to me as naked in words As you would in bed with me. And ***.
When I know your desire And feel your passion, When my ***** is wet at the slightest thought of you. Then come to me in person.
Don't leave me wanting And I will make sure That your desire is fulfilled And your passion satisfied.
With you hard throbbing **** deep inside me And the muscles of my ***** stroking your shaft. We release ourselves to each other and to passion And our crescendo reaches new heights where even dreams won't go.
Sorry poetic form becomes lacking in the emotion of the moment, so to speak.