Sweet Little Lies

You arrive like you always do, in such a rush, kissing me ever so gently, hands then shoulders and whipers of I love you in my ear, such sweet little lies...clothes being removed piece by piece, bodies emerging from the patterns and you come to me, brushing my hair from my face, kissing my rose colored lips, taking my breath, all is lost of my ability to contain my control, but all I can hear are those sweet little lies...arching my shoulders back you bring my breasts before your face, teasing, tasting as if you were a greedy child... press hard into me, fullfil your fantasies and believe your lies....try to make all memories fade into the distant past...but she has your heart and she will never let it go....



By: R Fuller  11/27/2010