Laying there
On the couch
Her n I
Warmth grasped our bodies
Wetness seemed to push
Grabs for a sensation
Keeps pressing and going
Eyes roll back in pleasure
The soft noises escape her mouth
Trying to be silent
Her family hidden in the next room
More quietness seeks
Soon a white liquid comes from her
Softness of her
I lick the fingers
Soon we're fast to sleep
