The Songs of Love, by Petergaye Subscribe to rss feed for Petergaye

You look into my eyes, I look back at you
I know what I want, but do you want the same thing too?
You cup my face in your hands and put your mouth close to
mine
I gently taste your lips and think, "Damn, this boy is
fine".

As your tongue flicks against mine, I sigh and close my
eyes
I moan as your bulge hardens against me and 
Your hand brushes against my thighs
You leave my lips momentarily and roughly tease my
nipples...
One first, then the other
My temperature is rising
I can't take this much longer

You push my skirt up around my waist
And gently massage my clit
I'm gonna explode...if you keep doing this
I undo your buckle and watch your pants fall
My eyes look at your manhood
It's hard and standing tall

I want to feel you inside me so bad that it hurts
I wrap both legs around your waist
If you don't enter me now, I'll burst!
You look at me, as if to say "not yet"
Oh God, I can't wait anymore...
I'm soaking wet
Posted: 2007-05-18 20:55:13 UTC

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