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Smile For The Camera
Eye contact says it all
Hearts begin to race as the clothes begin to fall
Keep the heels on, get the cuffs, get the camera
Goosebumps as finger tips run along the skin
Lip biting and neck sucking
Lets push anticipation to the limits
Breathing gets heavy
Heart begins to tickle
No need for manners now,
We have become completely different people
Like we are the only people on Earth,
We make it loud and proud
Make that face again, flash
Our body's clapping in applause to cheer us on
Hope you didn't need these bed sheets,
They are completely gone
My pink hand prints like tattoos on your ass
Lady in the street but a freak in the sheets,
Now that's what I call class
I know you like it when your dripping
Lips saying more, but the ones between your hips
The dimples on your back are made as grips just for my thumbs
Just bite the pillow and scream
This ride gets quite rough
Just don't forget one thing..
Smile for the camera
Hearts begin to race as the clothes begin to fall
Keep the heels on, get the cuffs, get the camera
Goosebumps as finger tips run along the skin
Lip biting and neck sucking
Lets push anticipation to the limits
Breathing gets heavy
Heart begins to tickle
No need for manners now,
We have become completely different people
Like we are the only people on Earth,
We make it loud and proud
Make that face again, flash
Our body's clapping in applause to cheer us on
Hope you didn't need these bed sheets,
They are completely gone
My pink hand prints like tattoos on your ass
Lady in the street but a freak in the sheets,
Now that's what I call class
I know you like it when your dripping
Lips saying more, but the ones between your hips
The dimples on your back are made as grips just for my thumbs
Just bite the pillow and scream
This ride gets quite rough
Just don't forget one thing..
Smile for the camera
Published 30th Dec 2012
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30th Dec 2012 5:27pm
Jaysus!
I love how you used small statements in each line;
it really lets the reader progress at their own pace (pun intended :P) throughout the poem.
Great write!
I love how you used small statements in each line;
it really lets the reader progress at their own pace (pun intended :P) throughout the poem.
Great write!
