How could I not?
I could never truly pinpoint you…
One moment you’re an introverted extrovert,
In a blink you’re a polar-opposite self
Strumming on my last nerves
- A total freak –
Begging to cling onto my lengthy rod of meat
With your heavy strokes of breath
Echoing so pure yet so provocative a tune
To my already aroused soul;
How could I not catch?
In a flash we’re grinding bodies,
Violently overcome by urge
As your bipolar balance of craziness and innocence
Enrages the burning furnace of desire
Rampaging to unite these bodies and purge.
Foreplay is a long-forgotten term
In our state of hunger.
Your juices gush a gentle stream
As I kindly bend you over the counter;
Perhaps the only calm
Before a raging storm of thunder
Enters your flooding treasure
To leave those tightly-cushioned lips
Swollen with the pleasure of pure bliss.
Again I mutter,
How could I not catch the feels?
A few strokes in
And I barely miss
The flustered expression,
Exposed by the twirling eyes and trembling lips,
Thoroughly spread on your face.
A moan later we’re on the floor
Panting while you throw your cheeks
Onto my metal-hard monument of ego
And we roll all over the tiles,
Leaving a spectrum of sticky puddles
Glittering on the kitchen floor.
The constant thrusting leaves me begging
To shoot my whole bloodline a foot-deep into you
And a stroke or two later!
Nc nc nc…
Fellow lover for the last time I ask,
How could I not develop feelings for you?