Sheets

crawling up my sheets stopping where creation is seeked .  We're locking eyes   he's gripping my thighs internal temperatures  rise.... in the pilliow i confide  my emotions i hide while he pays his tithes

Riding his face to participate he dug deeper to compensate the curvature in my spine  this kiss feels divine nice , slow that's the tempo...i feel the heat from yo tongue You might be the one i can't stop to much i wanna grab, bite , suck, & touch....not knowin his calculation
but this is  the formulation for precipitation..

 rising from the bowl of creation  i feel his throbbing sensation enter the waters of my  Oasis slipping in stay focus.... on time busting is inevitable in T-minus 9  whispering sweet nothings in his ear making his body switch gears he letting out moans knowing that turn me on..... taking over the race he pleas one last case not to rush i don't want to erupt..press our lips to interrupt... thrusting  my hips  tooting dat booty up..pushing back down he smacks my pretty brown round... he squeezing my cheeks I'm tearing at the sheets...our two oceans meet in his arms i sleep