You ride my tongue to the rhythm of the rain,
Lips soaked with the cream of your stain,
Hands playing up the curves of your spine
You scream taking hold of the headboard,
Ride is slow, take your time,
I know damn well you can take it,
Shit this what I call Breakfast in Bed, Lord this is amazin’…
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by
Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
View all posts by Amir Holloway aka DatGuy