I want to make love to you sooooooooo bad.
Just the thought of it got me at work pushing it down trying to control myselfI don't know if it's love or lust or some combination of bothBut the thought of it has me fantasizing and trying to control my growthThe thought of meeting up with you somewhere in another state like Vegas and getting you back to the hotelKissing you endlessly as we both become excited, me as a rock and you, as wet as a wellMy head engulfed inside your thighs makes you grab the covers for dear lifeAnd then you push my head deeper and there's no way you're an atheist after all the times you called for Jesus ChristYou pull me up and say it's time for you to return the favorYour head goes underneath the cover as you tell me I'm your favorite flavorMy hands gripping the back of your head as you please meAnd then I almost get to my highest point of please and you ceaseYou come up and im staring into your eyes as i thrust into you, soft bites into your fleshUnderneath the covers or wherever we choose to make a messYou riding me until you reach your first climax, yeah your first oneLoud moans, bed screeching as you anticipate the next positionYou, face down as I get you from behind Licking your earlobes because moaned whenever I did it, every timeFace to face, the way we beganYou say I'm hitting your spot so I hit it againWe begin to climax and on your face I can see the joyAs you do it you make the most beautiful noiseI don't know if it's love or lust or some combination of bothBut whatever it was, it made this great occasion something to boast.