Touch on Some Zane Ish

The touch of my hand leads to the kiss of ya lips,
right hand holdin ya chin left hand holdin ya hips,
right hand caresses ya spine and back,
as I hold u chest to breast constant heartbeats that never slacked,
u sit me down lay on my chest and gives me the key,
to ya mind I opened u must really trust in me,
I listened and listened and u felt secure,
u kissed my neck and wanted more,
so I took off my shirt and u took off ya blouse
and we took off our pants as we made our way to the couch,
I told u I really do love u its not a game,
u said u know and u felt the same,
I unstrapped ya bra as u fell into my arm,
our bodies so close and warm,
u sat me down and sat on my lap kissed my forehead as I kissed ya breast, grindin grindin gettin real wet,
findin findin spots on deck,
pull me out ease me in,
round and round up and down the room starts to spin,
in and out in and out deeper in,
sweatin drippin soakin,
thighs on my hips standin up strokin strokin,
up the steps same position bedroom next,
screamin moanin baby u da best,
proud me loud u,
soakin wet as I stroke thru,
edge of bed legs up palms grippin thighs,
hours minutes seconds passin by,
stroakin in stroakin switch position,
motion motion moves like the ocean,
and u a whole sea,
massive body of water splashin over me,
riding riding,
thighs colliding,
so deep up in it the dick is residing,
and the balls is knockin on ya walls I guess the neighbors knows ya name,
we took off like a jet now its time to land the plane,
turbulance turbulance heavy rain,
finally dry land
all this started from the touch of my hand

By James D. Jones III aka JFresh PhillyPoet