No Strings Attached

Another victim is what I need tonight
Conquering his energy, showing my might

This fine hot man in the bakery, he is the one
In my mind, I already fucked him and made him cum

What is your name? You are fine as hell
Brian he replies, your eyes have me under a spell

Brian I need to know can you come to my house tonight
I mentally fucked you already, in reality I will from dusk to light

Never had a woman been so straight forward like you before
Little do you know what I have in store

For you, here is my number and my address, don't be late
Don't arrive with a full stomach, I don't give many breaks

I leave the store, to go home and get ready for Brian
Thoughts in full throttle, then I started sighing

Why do you think or believe he could possibly be your match
Once you throw him down, you will own him with your great snatch

Brian is anxious he phoned and want to come sooner than planned
Sure I said, in my mind, he really do not have a clue or understand

I will leave him lifeless with no energy to leave out the door
Damn I hope he has stamina, excitement and not a bore

My victim, I mean Brian is here, a small pleasantry ensues
My tongue enters his mouth, while he try to take off his shoes

The buttons on his shirt, fly across the floor
Poor Brian was already naked and still at the door

By the throat I lead him to my room of domination, I mean room
Biting him with force, throwing him down to cuff him,time to consume

His soul, the candle wick hits his tanned skin ever so nice
hearing him scream, causes arousal, adding to the spice

I am sick of seeing his face, time to submerge it with my cave
His legs twitching, oh you can't breathe, time to save

This gentle soul and give him a chance to savor his liquid dinner
Not without a slap to his face to regain his consciousness, he is a beginner

Pouring honey all over his love stick, while stroking fast
Sticking my honey fingers in his mouth, his moans are coming fast

You were a better fuck in my mind, in the real what a waste
It's over before I could get my creative juices a good taste

I uncuffed Brian, gave him his torn clothes and let him go while he had a little dignity in tact
He had the nerve TO ask could he come tomorrow, I said no sir, this a NSA also known as NO STRINGS ATTACHED