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.