Your Fingertips Poem by james d nall,jr

Tracing the tattoo on my shoulder
Each time you get a little bolder
Running your nails down my back
Certain to leave some tracks
Scratching me lightly from head to toe
Knowing not to use your nails everywhere you go
Teasing me nearly as bad as I do you
Sometimes hesitating and making me stew
Determined your gonna be a cowgirl
Riding me so hard, you give it a whirl
Drowning parts of me with your sweet wetness
Collapsing on me once we achieved success
Feeling your breath on my neck so fast and hot
Both finally admitting that it really hit the spot
Falling asleep in each others arms at last
Wondering if it all happened too fast
Outside it turns rainy and stormy
Three a.m. you wake up horny
Rolling me over on my back
One part of me you seem to attack
rolling, lying now on the bed
Pulling your knees up to you head
You tell me to ' Do me, Please'
'Not real fast, but slow with ease'
Seeming to last forever, our pace finally increased
Moments later, back sleeping like the deceased