He is fresh
Brand nu
Someone to adjust the hurt bestowed by another
We are trying something different
Listening to the motions
We learning to be apart but can't help but knock
Singing the songs that our bodies produce
He enters and with little to say
His touch screams so much passion
Slaping his leg every time he is ready
Telling me to have a sit
My own personal Santa
Touching my legs
Caressing me gently
Praising the fact my eyes are mysterious to him
He ask me to stand
Turn around like a model
Tells me to stop
His hands glide down
From the top of my back
To the center
Slowly coming close to the sweets he yearns for
He shines bright as the moon looks in envy
He touches my hips with a poetic motion
He gives my body a sway
Like his hands created a beat made just for me
I slowly step forward
Inticed by his gestures he refuses to let me return the favor
So I make a move on my own
Stare at his face that remains level with my waist
I kneel down between his legs and wait until he invites me
I wait for permission to greet him sensibly
Then he raises my head slightly with his hand
Whispers nothing
His eyes slowly gives me direction
He leans back
Signals to me to come forward
Like his new found love lost in a land of lust I come
Gliding my hands across his jeans
Closer to his chest
I smell his colgne
Nostalgic is it to my senses
I want it to rub off all over me
He felt me wanting him
Taking my hands off track any chance he could
Fustrated with his games
I climb on top of him
His hands remain flat
As I sit on top of him I feel it rising
He could not refuse his feeling
He wanted it like I did
I whispered to him I want to do something
Something I have never done before
Something my body could never understand but feel
And his reply
Til the next episode
Lmao
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