I miss your thickness
leaning against my slimness
And your tightness gripping at my slickness; I am quick, yes, but my quickness is no match for your fitness.

With you, I can be freaky and rude,
I love when deep groans part our lips
And the wet tips of our tongues occlude, you feel like finger-food on my finger-tips.


Let me, for one last time, spread open your dossier and read your every line,
Enjoy me every time, like your leeway, spit on my spliff and smoke it shine.

See, I told you I had words to lure you in, though, no hands to hold you down.

Ride your horse across my nose bridge,
Use the bedhead like a balance-wheel lest you tumble down,
Kiss me with your clit, let me make love to it,
Let me slowly drive my tongue in and all over it like a carriage all over town.
Set backway, like a bitch, let my horny eyes run down your Broadway