The Mission

Evening grows late and my phone rings
It’s almost as if it starts to sing, so I know what it means

It’s that time again to fulfill The Mission
Cause whenever she calls its with wicked intentions
It isn’t long before she’s standing before me in all her glory
Down on her knees performing for me, now I’m ready to see what she came to show me

Such a tease, she says wait a bit longer as my girth grows stronger
She’s a pro so it doesn’t even alarm her; now let’s go a bit farther
I want what’s underneath, so graciously she lets me peek
Not with my eyes but with my hands, splashing in her juicy wonderland

We both know The Mission and we both pay attention
It’s been too long since the last expedition

For this is why she calls me, for that special delivery
For multiple climaxes of intimate ecstasy
For that unique feel of my anatomy

She calls me for that midnight stroke,
Please her till the sheets are soaked
She screams out “BABY YOU THE GOAT”
“The Greatest of All Time” when she needs to unwind
Cause I get the job done, every time

I pull her hair around my fists
I tug and twist, she tries to run “Where you going”.
I’m far from done
I bend her over to toe touches, to throat clutches
Arch her back till her flow gushes

There’s nowhere to hide, I’ve found my stride
I’m painting a masterpiece between her thighs
It’s an impressive display, our lustful ballet
Relishing every moment of our bedroom soiree,  

As night draws to a close, we gather our clothes
Say our goodbyes, until next time, same place same time
The mission, the ride…