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Stop Talking
Yes, you’re talking to me…
But I’m not exactly listening.
I am thinking…
How I would draw you in,
Press you hard against me
Maneuver just a little until
I feel those vulnerable, muscular throbs
That I ache for, your insatiable predator,
Heady, drunk;
Find an empty office and bend me over
The desk while I grip the edge
Slide off my panties
Until you find me. Push your way inside
Fuck me slow and deep
Until I can barely keep the screams
In check.
And you, still talking,
Still saying something,
About something
While I hold my breath in sweet repose.
But I’m not exactly listening.
I am thinking…
How I would draw you in,
Press you hard against me
Maneuver just a little until
I feel those vulnerable, muscular throbs
That I ache for, your insatiable predator,
Heady, drunk;
Find an empty office and bend me over
The desk while I grip the edge
Slide off my panties
Until you find me. Push your way inside
Fuck me slow and deep
Until I can barely keep the screams
In check.
And you, still talking,
Still saying something,
About something
While I hold my breath in sweet repose.
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