Sit on the couch- wandering hands and wanton mouths
Every now and then one of u speaks
I love you
Between kisses
I’m wet
She’ll tell u
Tell u like she’s saying I love you
U never move past the make out
I’m wet she’ll say
U don’t know how to think
Only act
Mouths devouring mouths
Bumping teeth won’t be a mood killer anymore
I’m wet she won’t say it, but it’s all u’ll hear
U can’t breathe as u push her down onto her back
Pull her shirt up and kiss her stomach
I’m wet
I love you but u’ll hear I’m wet
Look into her eyes
Take off your shirt
She’ll do as she’s told
Pop the button on those jeans
Giggle when she has to stand up and hop around to get them off
Don’t really know what u’re doing
Feather fingers stroking the interior of her perfect thighs
She’ll sigh ur name
Gently remove that piece of lacy-nothing
Touch her
She’s wet u’ll think
Think like u’re thinking she loves me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem