Just...My...Thoughts...

I can't tell her how I feel,
It's ill, makes me woozy
But I'll deal...
Blood rush..it's lust,
But still...
Vivid thoughts of ass slaps,
Then high fives & daps
as we lay..
Then her phone rings..
Dam she can't stay..
Her dude is at the airport
She states "I'm on my way"
Fuck that this is my time to shine.
Hop up.. grab them hips..
I slide in from behind.
Pussy been on crockpot for hours,
I know it's not mine we share tho..
Ours..
I'm still stoking till the last minute
Till I'm finished...
Fuck her boyfriend
I'm her bidniz...
He gone wait because I'm up in it.
Devious stokes yup cause she gone feel that
Swell her pussy up
This is my cat.. 💪🏿
My imprint is on her..
Keep coming right back.
Stokes and puddles  
Wett spots and cuddles
I'm struggling not to say "I love you". 🤦🏿‍♂️
Dam I want u to stay
But I can't say that,
Stay strong motha fucka..
Keep ya playa cart intact.
But fuck it. I'm feeling this chick,
More than from the base
To the tip of my dick.
It's kinda deeper than I want it to be
Still perplexed in what she sees in me.
Am I just a side ..
An entree before the main in her eyes.
Dam this shit is killing me say it ain't so..
Nah keep ya heart 3 stacks..
And fuck her real slow...
Make her late as fuck so she can't shower..
Make that ride home uncomfortable AF
Cause once again.. that..pussy..is..
"Ours"😈