𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚂 Poem by Kaylee Johnson Pathetic Poet

You're kissing on my neck.
Making my panties wet.
Breathing down my temple.
Lips so close to my skin, this feels so simple.
Slowly caressing my neck.
Making love to my body, I'm obsessed.
This feels like ecstasy.
High from your touch.
Heart racing from a lust adrenaline rush.
I love this more than it hurts me.
I seductively rub his waist. My fingers slide down below.
Stroking what's mine in the moment, staring in his eyes with glow.
I'm making love to this man.
We grind so slow listening to the r&b music going with the flow.
I'll never forget the love we made,
As we go our separate ways💋

— 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭™