A Taste of You

Telling secrets to my pillow
while you sleep too close to me

too close for me to keep myself
from fingers jumping sheets

Feeling, pulsing, yearning
For the truth between your thighs

FUCK I need to taste that dick
A need I've come to realize

I feel your breath on the nape of my neck
my hand moves with feverish haste

a sickness has come over me
the cure lies with the taste

I hear you moan and want it more
my body takes control

the pillows told my secrets
my hands wont hold anymore

I get my fill with a handful of you
throbbing, wanting more

the fever must be contagious
because now you've taken turn