She Asked for More

I’m listening to this Indian music
It should have made my gut sick
it’s doesn’t.. now why is that not?
I feel in my stomach, them soft knots

it was an affair to remember,
started in the years ago in November
a long time ago, as I turn back the clock
that very moment when I heard the knock

then enters a beauty so stunning
she got my heart set on running
slender her body was, light as feather
tender she was, as we dined together

softest skin, my nerve end was listening
such youthful lips, pouty, made for kissing
at that moment I truly know something was missing
and I can tell you this god dammed heart was falling!

remorseful I was without my lust
hopeful I was, as I looked at her bust
regretful, I was not, pleasure’s must
mindful I was to gain her utmost trust!

I knew it then it’s was a paradox
no longer a “wham bam thank you ma’am!”
running away from the life of a crazy fox
embracing the life of a gentleman, not that I am

Hmmm I’m letting the moment simply flow
I can see the sparkles in her eyes gently glow
intense it was, a sensuality I can’t refuse
pleasant it was, aarrrggghhh the desire was to taste her juice!!!

ever mindful that I can’t bruise
her soft skin can’t take my ruse
for her it was not just the gentle pleasure
it had to be a moment that she could treasure

Oh fuck!! all I could do was to pin her against the wall
Oooohhhh make her loud moans to be heard all the way down the hall
maaan! I ripped her dress apart and broke her ladylike demeanor
yeeesssss!! making her wetness gush out on the floor before she took me to bed and asked for more!!!