He did it just before work
As I moistened in almond
Clothed before him,
Eyes fixing on the closing
Of the buttons he unfolded
I told him he could go there
No matter how tight the fit
He’d risk his air, to squeeze a face
Beneath my Lacey underwear
For such a taste he would clothe me twice more
Watch me pour full of urge
As I purge his sex and continue to love
I’m in danger of his touch
And our breathless lust Like the pull and tug
Of my skirt, pleats open, And pleased to flirt
I keep reaching for that last earring
So I can leave work
But everytime I lean in
A tongue deeper I feed him
Goddess AímeMoi