Vesuvius

Waiting for your call. Waiting for your cum.
Knowing guys like you don't call back,
Only sometimes, if it's late and she's gone
And you're horny enough. Wanting to go
Through preparations for you again,
Makeup and perfume, the scented suppositories
That make my hungry pussy smell
Like flowers for you. Just the memory of
Your hands at the wheel and I'm clenching
And trickling onto the sheets, my stomach
Melting over like ice in Texas at noon.
Just want my hands molding your heaving
Ass again, trying to push you further into me,
The way I screamed when you fucked my ass,
Held me down but rubbed my forehead and
Soothed me like a baby, promising I would
Grow to take it. I need that painful filling again,
That sense that I would burst, to have you
Locked inside me forever, your curved sweet dick
Hooking inside me, the only key to my body and soul.
In the dark licking my lips and your
Beautiful name falling from them forever
And my cunt exploding like Vesuvius
And in my head that famous saying,
I came and she fell in love.