Game?
An Erotic Poem...
What are you really waiting for?
It’s yours, take it as you please.
My body only drifts to sleep sometimes just needing yours to motivate me.
Bring me out of my dreams.
Make me feel as if you really really want me.
All this waiting…
Is it really caring or are we just lazy?
Not trying to think about it anymore.
Is this what it’s like to be married?
Opportunity after opportunity and we just wait…
And wait…
No wonder I explode.
Is that what he makes me wait for?
Just want him to grab me up and suck my neck.
Bite my chest, grab my hips, butt, thighs,
Pussy through my pants.
Biting my lip.
Making me have to beg him to stop.
Even though I don’t want him to.
So I grab his cock back.
Suck back.
We stand, trying not to fight it.
Just letting it happen……
“ This poem is years old at this point. Oh my…have times changed. ;) Our love making has become more of a needing ritual that we only pass up if we are deathly too tired to do so. Almost feel like if more couples full filled each others cravings more often, there would be way more happy couples ;) just saying.. Thanks so much for reading & Subscribing! More to cum sooooon :*
Luv always & forever, Cherry Quin ;*”
