*Before you read this, please read "Sexual Tension" by PoeticJustis*

I’m sorry;  but I can’t help to mention.

As fine as you are, stop sobbing.

I think I can supply the healing,

To get this on and popping.

Lying on the bed, like an eagle you’re spread.

I didn’t know my tongue, was speaking, that loud,

when it was asking, “how do you like it?”

I said, “never mind, I can tell by your sound.”

It wasn’t me, you turned yo-self over, and got up, on all fours.

Remember, you asked me to tease you, before, I could taste, what is yours.

Then you said, “now you could taste my love jones;  but first, give it a little spit,

to make it real slippery, while you lick, on my clit.”

You told me it was good, and that you couldn’t get enough.

I think it felt, too good.

You said, “enough of smooth.

I want it rough!”

I’m trying to make sure, you take, all of me,

That’s why, I’m grabbin-yo-ass.

Cause while you’re trying to make it harder and deeper,

you’re getting too impatient, and movin too fast.

Remember, you flipped me on my back,

and said, “before I saddle yo dick,

see if you can taste the sensation of all this wetness,

Stick out yo tongue, here, have a lick.”

You’re movin up and down, moanin and screamin,

but damn girl hush, you’re too loud.

I can’t imagine anything either,

But lower your voice, outside we’re gathering a crowd.

Now you’re starting to tingle,

From the strength of my every move.

The reason why you’re throbbing,

is cause I’m gouging a deeper groove.

Now you got me moaning in ecstasy,

making me release all my men.

Patting me on my head saying, “yeah, that’s a good boy,

that’s mommies best friend.”

Thank you PJ, I couldn’t have did it without you.