Starting the game,
I sit on HIS couch,
Moan HIS name,
With every ouch.

Riding my curve,
Down HE goes,
The one I serve,
Kisses my toes.

That's how I melt,
Rolling like snails,
I couldn't help,
But scrap my nails.

Blindfolding my eyes,
HE takes a sip,
Uncertain like a dice,
Throbs my clit.

HE calls me sweet,
When I ask for HIS mark,
Grabs with HIS teeth,
Untill my breasts are dark.

Not just the body,
HE plays with my mind,
I like HIM bossy,
And the way HE grind.

HIS making me beg,
And calling me HIS whore,
The lipstick is no more red,
But I want HIM just more and more.

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