The Things You Do
To be able to taste your seduction, to feel your strength, all made me grasp for just a cinch.
In your arms, holding me tighter, showing me that you are more than the eye of the tiger.
The feeling of sweet passion, the ecstasy of being loved, the heat from which it came, I'm seeing doves.
You touch me in a way that no one could, you showed me new things that I understood. To feel you close to me, to see you rise, to hear you call me in between your thighs, made me want to cry.
The feeling of ecstasy coming off your body, the way you moved in and out of my pleasure point, I screamed your name, the feel of the hunt.
Sweaty, hot, and surprised, all which opened my eyes. Gasping, reaching, taking it in stride, you just keep coming harder each time.
Its over now and the day begins, to your girl, I must befriend, for she don't know the things we do, just trust us, seeing its just us two.
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