I need that thing…
That thing where two soul become one when they simultaneously reach for the heavens.
That hot breath against my neck
His fingers trace the silhouette of my anatomy.
That thing where I’m on you and you are in me…
I feel you, you fill me.
The room serenaded by heavy breathing and soft moans.
Trails of soft kisses from my neck down to my honeypot.
The playful teasing that has turned to pleasing…
Oh! How you stir my honeypot.
The urge to lick the spoon is just too, ooh….
I can’t help but want to lick every single finger that been in my pot.
I want your lips locked on mine
My legs around your waist
My back against the wall
Your hands on my ass
I’m on you, you in me.
I feel you, you fill me…
That type of love making that makes you ask,
“Where have you been all my life? ”
That back arching,
Bend over for daddy,
Type of thing…
Where every time you see him you just wanna touch yourself.
I need that thing.
That thing where he doesn’t wait for me to get undressed, he finds me ready and waiting.
That forbidden, lust full hot and heavy loving where he rocks it not that the water falls but it pours heavily…
That thing where he doesn’t ask for more you just give it him.
That can’t stop,
And won’t stop until he taps out.
That’s what I need….