You know what you’re doing
When you wear that scent
When you smile that way
You even wore the earring you got the other day
You are tormenting me from the moment I woke
In sleep you invaded my dreams
Awake you invade other places it seems
You think I don’t know why you grew that beard
The countless times I felt you right there
I flood on to those lips
Those fuckin sinful lips
Suck and burn my skin
Play and pinch my nipple
I ache for you to begin
You turn away and I swear
My pulse is in my ears
Beating in time as the pulse down there
“I’ll be good, I promise, please”
I drop down before you on my hands and knees
Reaching for what I need
And damn am I in need
Grabbed by my hair
Dazed as he can see
He talks against my lips
“Make it good or I’ll leave”
Like hell he is.







This is hot as a piece of iron straight out of the forge. You wrote with with the erotic power of a poet who knows exactly what she is doing. This is smoking hot.
John
Thank you..goldenmyst, what a girl wants right.
Nice sensual write Fia…
Thank you, S. Libellule;))
Powerful and hot. Great write.
Thank you, Thomas;))