How we interact when you really want me
is something that proceeds to haunt me.
You hit the bowl then a long slow kiss
and instantly you’re at my hips.
You hold my hands above my head
and make your way between my legs.
I know it feels so good for you
cause your size, just squeezed through.
So you know it feels so good for me
when you hold my legs from beneath my knees.
All of me is shown attention
my bottom lip you bite with passion.
For days I’m stuck in a daze
for I got all that I crave.
I forget that when it’s over
I can’t fight that craving sober.