the more she danced,
the more that short red,
tight dress of hers pulled up.
men all around staring at her and i couldn't help but feel rage in me.
i wrapped my arms around her waist as she danced,
blocking anyone from seeing what's mine.
"you can't get enough of me can you,"
she seductively whispered,
pressing her bottom against my hard-on.
"love, even if we are enemies, i can't have anyone staring at what's
mine."
