Making Love Poem by cris son.

Your head is between my thighs
Tasting my sweetness
You get hard, as I beg for more
As I get weak you pick me up
You carry me to the bed
Gently laying me down
You slip your thing inside me
As I let out a soft cry
You go down on me, Rough, fast, hard
I just lay there while you have your way
You slowly slip out
As you put your mouth
On my tiny white breast
I run my hands through your hair
You slowly, teasingly kiss me from head to toe
You slowly make love one last time
Then you had to go
I lay there naked, on your bed
Wishing you were there with me once again



By: cris son
Age: 15