The ***

I miss the ***. I miss you in it. Slap my ass, talk trash, whisper in my ear. Tell me I'm yours and I want fear. Hear hear your thrust. Choking me with trust. Far from lust. Far from love. I'm not yours. Looking in my eyes like a surprise prize, eating the *** up that is a perfect size. Bite my lips, pull my hips. Pin me against the wall across from the hall. Hold me tight for I want fall. Stand tall. Give me head, not in the bed. Wood floors, open doors. Music playing, loud screams, *** wet, full of cream. Dreams don't exist, real sex full of bliss. Stand still while I climb on top, flop on the *** like a loose mop. Bald but tight, tight enough to put up a fight. All night?