Make up Sex

 Although he is my master
My husband he is to
We disagree on many things
And argue just like you

When the words of anger
Are put away and dead
We fuck so hard
We almost break the bed

The I’m sorry follows after
Tenderness endeared
He’ll suckle here, I’ll suckle there
Oh! Round two is very near

Forward and backward
I’m bent in every way
Orgasmic screams brought to a max
As we enjoy our makeup sex