Lay with me.
But first, against the wall, until we soak from seep.
Under your dress, under the sun, a wet flower, flaming with weep.
Over my shoulders, into heaven, your chest heaving heavy with swelling heat.
Woman wonder, your water is sweet, I thirst for suck, to drink your swirling deep.
To hear your satisfaction, your perfection, my passion, grab me, press me until you leap.
To slam, to rock, to ram, not yet, open my keep, dripping dessert, now time for your hot meat.
Tall, thick, and throbbing for throat, for only yours, made to stretch, too tight, please take your seat.
Will it fit? Like your wrist, it will resist, I push forever to reach your crying core, to feel your heart beat.
Pounding to our rhythm, your grip, a lasting gasm, grind me to bone, my seed to steal and righteously reap.
On your knees and on my feet, now no escape, I howl as you cry and growl as I power through your pouring peak.
A slap, a lick of lightning, to shock your sore shake, for more sweet, the waves! What's happening? God's fix, your treat.
Your flood is on the sheet, and leaking loud all over the floor, your lips choking my root, pulsing tight, who is the real freak?
But first, against the wall, until we soak from seep.
Under your dress, under the sun, a wet flower, flaming with weep.
Over my shoulders, into heaven, your chest heaving heavy with swelling heat.
Woman wonder, your water is sweet, I thirst for suck, to drink your swirling deep.
To hear your satisfaction, your perfection, my passion, grab me, press me until you leap.
To slam, to rock, to ram, not yet, open my keep, dripping dessert, now time for your hot meat.
Tall, thick, and throbbing for throat, for only yours, made to stretch, too tight, please take your seat.
Will it fit? Like your wrist, it will resist, I push forever to reach your crying core, to feel your heart beat.
Pounding to our rhythm, your grip, a lasting gasm, grind me to bone, my seed to steal and righteously reap.
On your knees and on my feet, now no escape, I howl as you cry and growl as I power through your pouring peak.
A slap, a lick of lightning, to shock your sore shake, for more sweet, the waves! What's happening? God's fix, your treat.
Your flood is on the sheet, and leaking loud all over the floor, your lips choking my root, pulsing tight, who is the real freak?