Sad Tales

the feeling

His hands run up my thigh
Keeps going and i let out a cry
His body against mine
Legs in between mine like twine
His fingers going higher
I'm just a lucky buyer
The feeling of his skin
I just let him in
He pulls on my skirt
But already off with his shirt
I won't refuse
He's my muse
I grab at his belt
This is something I've never felt
Carefully removed his clothes
My legs he won't let me close
My palms sweaty
The heat gets heavy
He slips inside
He flips me on my side
Moans are escaping me
I cant leave him be
He makes me feel dead
But yet were dancing in bed
We finish the room hot
But his girl walks in we got caught