She hovers over me, her lips open Less than an inch away from my throbbing memberMuch more than the physical want within each, Is the mental challenge. Who will be first to move,My hips, or her lips?The seconds pass I brush a stray hair away...
She hovers over me, her lips open Less than an inch away from my throbbing memberMuch more than the physical want within each, Is the mental challenge. Who will be first to move,My hips, or her lips?The seconds pass I brush a stray hair away...