Skin on skin,
Flesh to flesh,
Lip to lip,
Is how deep in contact I want to be with you.
Blood rushes down my veins,
Sensation burning through my skin,
Curiosity hits me in the ear,
Unto an echo of passion, I listen,
Hisses of great pleasure.
It’s my request,
and the lady’s sober decision.
That way I know you’re enjoying the ritual,
Coz ****** pleasure is about the girl vs the sensation.
No hearts being played.
I’m sorry on being too real.
Dipped in emotions is obligation,
Obligation, I hate,
Not that a lady is a *** advert.
Allow me to be the guy that disrupts your views,
I ain’t aiming for similarity,
Just being an absurd mark on your body.
Not every sleepover is about ***,
Not all *** is about *******.
Completed: 19th August 2018 [14:00 PM]