Thursday, December 17, 2009

PART-TIME-LOVER (Will Dis Lust Ever Be Over?)




It's a stormy night



I'm tryin to calm my fright


Of getting caught, I'm spraying my perfume


Hiding my Victoria secrets underwear


I’m addicted to how he consumes


My body almost every night, I swear


The way he rolls me on the bed, then I sit my wet self on a chair


The way he touches my body, no one else compares


To this passionate love affair


I’m creeping and I should despair


Everything he does to me becos it's completely unfair


to my love but the way his eyes stares


At my naked body on his bed


Has got my "right" thoughts outta my head
 
 

 
The way I say my prayers



Before dinning on our sinful table


Tho no one dares


Tell me to stop fucking my part time lover


I love when he’s all over


My nipples


Taking soft bites on em’


It’s ticklish


He likes the little clothes I wear


With my hair scattered everywhere


On the bed, on my shoulders


With my hands and legs all up in the air


Thatz what his sex does to me


How could I let such sweet lust be?


 

 
Love the way he lets me have it my way



My commands, he obey


Like if I wanna have sex today and all day


He did that 2 nights ago and yesterday


Everytime the temperature in the room gets hotter


It's becos our bodies are drawn closer


to each other and my breath is getting louder


Cos he’s going deeper


But not faster


Because tonight I wanna make love


I wanna kiss him, suck him, all of the above


My wetness soaked the couch so we moved to the bed


I’m right next to him, down on him, giving him head


And he’s eating me out like he was starving and he needed to be fed


And my pussy was all he need


so why not let him feed?
 
 

 
He’s grabbing on my neck



Still breathing on my neck


He’s got my heartbeat on check


And he’s making sex with my body


Feels like I’m dreaming


But I’m wide awake


Through this guilty pleasure


It’s not a mistake


Cos he makes my heart shake


 

 
When he zooms his dick into my pussy



I don’t fake


The sweetness; his touch is free of ache


My part time lover


Up in the late nights


Feeling for his sex bites


But then my love turns on the lights


And says “Baby you are my world, my life, I love you”


I got guilt


Stuck in my conscience, it’s built


As I hug my boo


I wonder what my part-time lover is up to


Does he think of us like I do?



EROTICA G.



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