13800
Cell phone rings out on the late night as I'm all in deep,
the time feels like it's crying backwards as I fall asleep,
I blink my eyes; you're there to catch me as I'm falling deep,
inside of you so tried and true; your body's callin' me.
I have to answer when it does and I'm up in it 'cause,
that thing you have intoxicates and doesn't limit buzz,
our tongues do pirouettes as we survey our mirror sex,
my fingers travel near what's wet but you don't feel it yet,
you do now 'cause you're moaning from the lungs; each sound's afloat,
but muffled as I'm burying my tongue deep down your throat,
our kissing's wet and sloppy; pressed and soppy are our mouths,
my body plummets like you went and dropped me off a house,
and yes you're coming with me; to the mattress we descend,
the act of making babies we'll be practicing again,
for when your body's callin' me there is no lack of sin,
your satisfaction's what I play for and I have to win.
No need to fight the feeling as you tumble next to me,
you're barefoot as I take you on a run through ecstasy,
attempts to push my head away's obscene so slow down now,
your body is I-Ninety-Five which means I go down south.
You stop and throw your head back at what's being done to you,
my lips surround your essence like a pair of underoos,
these big strong arms cease all resistance cuffed up under you,
as you arrive to bring the lightning and the thunder too.
You're dripping from my lips which have you dripping from my kiss,
your twitching is intensive as you lick it from my lips,
which turns into a kamikaze mission; hit or miss,
your tight and so I have to poke a bit until it fits,
but once it does we're moving at a pace meant not to rush,
I love the noise you're making so I tell you not to hush,
your neighbors surely know my name; I'm sure they know I'm James,
the way we slowly bang I bet for sure they know we hang.
Enough of them 'cause how you work it now delivers fits,
I'm rendered incapacitated by your twisting hips,
that have extensive knowledge on just how to grip a d1ck,
our simultaneous arrival makes you feel it spit.
The bed is soaked and so are we; the moonlight oddly falls,
across you as we're breathing heavy; when your body calls,
the man I am inclines me to step up and not fall back,
so let me rest a little; I assure you I'll call back.
©2017
