Sipping Tea Thoughts......of Him

Sipping on this tea I wonder

What is he doing?

I wonder does he knows

That night shared was confusing

He woke my body up

He did things I never did before

He touched me deeper than none could ever

I’m forcing myself to write this

So I’m sipping my tea and thinking

What is he doing?

Is he thinking about that night as well?

How our bodies lit up like fire

Sweat mixing between us

Flashes of that night dance circles around my head

I couldn’t contain a thought

I wanted more that night but time was of the essence

I had to walk him to the door

I had to say goodbye

All these thing I wish I didn’t have to do

All those things I experience

My felt like it was over due

But strange enough I was hungry

I wanted more not just because it was good

But the reaction of heat that pour between us

I admit it was a first

The intense sexual transition

The constant direction

The motions

The kissing touching caressing scratching flexing

The on top pressing weight on my body

The grind.....oh my God the grind

I felt as if my body was being dared

I had to compete

I had to represent for all the love makers

For all the lusters, fuckers and bed shakers

Position after position I felt it so deep

Positions he controlled potions I took back

When asked what was it like

I took the response from a movie scene

Love Jones Nina in the taxi cab

His dick just spoke to me

What did it say....?

You want me

It just said....Allie....oooowwwww weeeee!

I’m sipping on this tea reminiscing about him

Something one day I’ll have again

For if he reads this he will see

He is the first to gain this type of reaction from me

I hope it’s not the last

Still sipping.....