It wasn't my first time
I was nervous all but still
Once is enough to turn her off
and she was not one to lose.
I prepped the house!
My feet could not stop moving!
My ears became tuned to the sound of my phone
shes coming
The night was calm
her touch inviting
nervous energy connecting us
beating hearts with trembling hands
Then your music played
and the game was played
soft, gentle, intimate
Hot, rough, passionate
The night calmed once again
we smiled and laughed, talked and slept
Many more nights such followed, three months passed
of passions play....has now thus been ended.
I stole you, then you stole me
Now you have let me go
for another I know as only he.
The game is up. Cold, Sad, loss
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
It wasn't my first time
I was nervous all but still
Once is enough to turn her off
and she was not one to lose.
I prepped the house!
My feet could not stop moving!
My ears became tuned to the sound of my phone
shes coming
The night was calm
her touch inviting
nervous energy connecting us
beating hearts with trembling hands
Then your music played
and the game was played
soft, gentle, intimate
Hot, rough, passionate
The night calmed once again
we smiled and laughed, talked and slept
Many more nights such followed, three months passed
of passions play....has now thus been ended.
I stole you, then you stole me
Now you have let me go
for another I know as only he.
The game is up. Cold, Sad, loss
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