When the Music Hits

Strip teasing
to Paula Cole
and pointing
to your lip
you tasty freeze
walk hip joint cuddling
my chest bone locking eyes
rampant screaming thighs
and I pick you up
by the crotch
of your jeans
and flip you
over my shoulder
onto the bed,
rip off my shirt
as the western snap buttons
let go of my desire
to be inside you,
being that tease
and making me need
whatever is left
for a snack
as we slam
on our knuckles
all white heat
as we fuck
like we mean it
so nice.

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