Jerking Motions
Speaking fluently in those jazzy tones I speak,
Colors of love and lust,
Surround the deepest pores of my oh so sweet womanhood,
As fabrics of silk and satin rub against my hot moist skin,
While words of passion drip from my lips,
Jerking motions slippery with lotion, oils, and creams,
Scents of lavender and cherry wood,
Must be something from a dream,
Or a fantasy, with the freaky things we are experiencing,
Soft rose petals mixed with metal of handcuffs, whips and chains,
And that type s**t,
Perspiration combined with hearts racing,
A*s spanking and Role playing
Damn,
The temperatures in this room are rising,
Not disguising the way I feel about your thighs,
Enticing,
Pouring wine down your spine,
Hearing you moan and groan for more,
More of the passion and satisfaction,
I’m putting down,
Deeper as I go feeling the flow of your juices,
Wet and Hot,
My body can’t stand the motion of your hips,
Jerking,
Back and forth,
And back and forth,
Harder as my back arches,
Wanting more of you,
S**t,
I can’t take it baby, wait,
Feeling as if I’m losing control,
head spinning,
My nails in your side,
Legs wrapped around your back,
Oh God,
I can’t take it,
Feeling like this,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Then you go faster, and harder, and deeper, and,
My p***y tightens, and,
Oh S**t,
The orgasm overwhelms me,
Floating down from the clouds,
I was taken to,
I look into your eyes,
Damn.