I hope your coming through
What I want to do to you
Everytime he says he love's me
I'm reminded of how it used to be
Give him what he's never had before
I think he might be ready for
Underlying scent
Of sexual tension
Its been awhile your nervous
But its never too late for us
Just when I accuse you
Of being too shy to make a move
He pins me against the wall not letting me resist
Kissing on my neck I'll let it come to this
Lust for his touch his body alone
His scent the linger of his cologne
The things he does to me
Comes so easily
Whisper words explicit without restraint
Willingness lies where he used to hesitate
The sounds he makes
When hes moaning my name
Tormenting untill I beg I torture him back
Tighten around him ask if he feels that
Erotic pleasure collides
He pleads to come inside
Do what you do don't stop
Perfect fit to my body on top
He tells me how much he missed
How good I'm giving him this