

Damn, that moan of his
Paired with that growl
Is music to my ears
Heightening all my senses
Thrust after thrust
I drip with a delicious want
Of that final release
Only he is able to offer me
In multitudes & then some
His hand in my hair, I grasp tightly
As his thrusts become faster & deeper
Riding on the edge of coming undoneš„µ