White knuckles, brass buckles. Grip my hips and lick your lips. Too much, too fast. Slow down and make it last. Harder, faster, deeper! Damn, just like that. You’re a keeper!
Grease it up and ride it. Turn on the lights, don’t hide it. Yeah come on it’s almost there! Bite my back, pull my hair.
Then it’s done, I think you’ve won. Give me a minute and I’ll reload that gun.
YOU ARE READING
A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
