I woke this morning
With a smile on my lips
And a purr between my thighs
The imprint of your head
Is still deeply imbedded
Between my breasts
I can still feel the sweat
That trickled from your smooth head
As it fell inconspicuously between my cleavage
Making things nice and wet
The soreness in my body , is a pleasant memory
Of the nights passion
The force
The intensity
The power
Has branded my body and invaded my soul
Strumming my womanhood like a string guitar
baby
The sexual tune that you played on me
Is one that I hope to hear again
And again
And again
Over and over on a night that will never end
Natasha
With a smile on my lips
And a purr between my thighs
The imprint of your head
Is still deeply imbedded
Between my breasts
I can still feel the sweat
That trickled from your smooth head
As it fell inconspicuously between my cleavage
Making things nice and wet
The soreness in my body , is a pleasant memory
Of the nights passion
The force
The intensity
The power
Has branded my body and invaded my soul
Strumming my womanhood like a string guitar
baby
The sexual tune that you played on me
Is one that I hope to hear again
And again
And again
Over and over on a night that will never end
Natasha