Talk Nasty to Me

I see how you stare at me when I look away, Like you mouth is mute but ya hands got a lot to say, As if I'm blind to your vibe of seduction, You know you get weak staring at me gracefully, I damn sure you believe I'm wanting you, From my quaking core of you being my target to taste, You remember that first night we met in person for the first time, And we held hands walking, Talking..., Holding each other like it was or last day of our shelled bodies touching, Or when you asked what my mouth can do, And I lured you by the bushes, And dipped low to show you tricks you dreamt of me doing on you since we first started talking, How you tasted so sweet and I watched you melt above me, I felt myself bloom between my legs wanting to accept your lower half as my peacemaker, I waited just because I wasn't ready, Now I'm just quivering at the thought of you making me quiver mercilessly, I wanna join you body to body and let our tongues converse how we feel about eachother, Explorer my universe deeper than a deep hole and watch as our orgasms collide like stars leaving a beautiful nebulae falling over our bodies. As our world becomes united as one watching the sunrise shine over us unraveling our healing broken spirit.