After Hours Already

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hips at a slow roll, makes me want to sell my soul

to the devil, eyes of a rebel

the way she moves in motion as

a whole

never a word

just a gentle song, I continued

to observe

the twitching of my nerves

feeling the grow of my blood flow

my tongue is ready to go

to take you in different dimensions

in the center of the room, my undivided attention

killed my previous state of tension

such an attraction, curing my mental satisfaction

quite a show, she has a shine

that sparkle and glow, so brilliantly fine

a reflector off my mirror

as I patiently await, the time draws nearer

I'm like fireworks waiting to explode, there's magic in the air

she's nearly exposed

she proceeds forward in quiet steps

with every step made she took my breath

she approached the bed in a slow glide

feeling's indescribable, many emotions inside

swapping soft touches

handicaps my heart, leaving it in crutches

hormones at a drum roll, ectasy begins it's toll

firery passion in romantically fashion

eyes so warm, a class act with charm

stacked and equipped, so seductive

rolling her tongue around her lips

with mine already in action, my face begins to swim

satisfied with her satisfaction

legs wrapped around my head, as she sits at the head

of the bed

with nothing being said, circiling every hair and thread

working her over to her stomach as spill into the back oils

as I slide tender into the ginger

slow strokes into her waterfall slopes

my tongue in her ear while her rear is in a grope

candles begin to flicker and seem to remain steady

the smell of cherry and wicker

it's after hours already