(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by James B. Oden)
I turn and notice him; zoom,
Standing across the room,
A look of passion upon his face,
I walk to him and we embrace,
I feel his body heat and lust starts to grow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.
I tear at his clothing; rip,
Gently pull down his zip,
Relaxed I stand naked before him,
I trace my tongue from limb to limb,
He falls to his knees to place his final blow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by James B. Oden)
I turn and notice him; zoom,
Standing across the room,
A look of passion upon his face,
I walk to him and we embrace,
I feel his body heat and lust starts to grow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.
I tear at his clothing; rip,
Gently pull down his zip,
Relaxed I stand naked before him,
I trace my tongue from limb to limb,
He falls to his knees to place his final blow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.
written in 2010
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