At home fresh out the shower
You’re on your way here
Jamming to these slow songs
Meeting you at the door in a towel.
Water dripping off my hair.
Pulling you in & scooping you up.
Your clothes on the floor
Your backs on the door
I’m on my knees
Your legs on my shoulder burying my tongue inside you.
Feeling you dripping down my chin.
Your hands in my hair
You taste amazing.
Lifting you higher
Sliding inside you.
Gripping your hips & you’re biting my neck.
You feel soft & smelling like vanilla.
Nails in my back.
Kissing you deep & holding you close.
These jams match my stroke.
Your grip getting tighter
Closer you get to the edge
The music ends. Your lyft arrives. Your clothes are on.
The only evidence of tonight is bites, bruises, scratches & magnum wrappers.