Dressed for Sex

She wore a tight, short, white, sexy dress
With the straps that reveal her bare ass
She met her type in the violet light
You turn me on, I give it, and get off again she said
That’s all it took to flip the switch
She wanted to get naked, feeling the itch
But that’s just part of the expentancy
When you’re moaning for some sextasy
She got on top, telling him to relax
It’s a wet and raw impact
Body convulsion seen during the act
That’s when the giving is getting good
Screaming and shouting, you know she would
Feeling a mind bending deep rush
The sensation grinding, flicking of the pink flush
Not one sense of regret
It slides back in, there’s no reason to hold back
Show everything that needs to be known
She likes to be treated nasty
Watch her toes curl
Fingers deep in his back
A mouth piece begs for more
Guided by the wanting of her body
She was dressed for sex