Us… You… Me…The Bed

Moving a little too fast… thinking a little too hard… discarding thoughts into her smile… she trust me and let’s down her broken guard… maybe we’ll be forever or til’ it’s supposed to end… transcending… illuminating… creating feeling amongst our glistening bodies… trotting to breathe as we are indulging ourselves in we…. Makin us seem endlessly meaningful… you’re resting in my arms… I watch your chest raise and fall… love really does ascend to all heights… as we are lovers it’s our right… as you wake up and we go at it a blend of karma sutra trends… you on me… I’m in you… you feel me… us… you… me… the bed…

Meeting your tightness make my longness never ending… messing with the jewels you posses caressing… pleasure crest I’m at the peak of all this wetness… drippin with assertiveness… straight on head on… dead on that spot you like… spiking your words to follow… damn daddy… you’re so deep… no strap needed… no sexual handicap geared up… sex? Fucking? No! Making love… music intended… indented and respected to create us… you… me… bed…

What we’re doing passes nasty were filthy, freaky, frisky… Kissing your every and diving into your always… I can swim… so drowning is out of site… push down… lay back… let go … and cum…. because it’s us… you… me… the bed…