Passion’s Death Grip

Passion’s Death Grip
I want you to spread for me.
Open your heart and let me stimulate your body.
I want to ravage your psyke while damaging your hips.
It’s the end of December, but I know we are hot with desire.
The fire of our conversation can only be quenched with the water of our fornication.
Spread your legs for me.
Open your desire’s  ocean and let me pump deep.
Lust is for a moment but true desire equates everlasting fire.
I take aquifer creaming as confirmation that my touch is right.
I mesmerize your mind whilst playing with your body.
Your grip on my spear’s tip squeezing me almost to submission.
Spread your wet lips while I grab your hips.
I combat with climax so I stroke repeatedly at your orgasm.
Sweet utterances fill the air as I take your coming desire to become my own.
In a moment we reach total satisfaction infamous in coming.
I am going for round two but a cigarette calls, I need a breather.
So sexy when you spread for me.