Sex With a Poet

It happened so fast
i didn't even have time to think
she took hold of me;
i felt myself becoming weak
i shouldn't have done it
but how could i stop?;
namean, the tone of her voice
made my panties drop
my breathing became heavy...
and my heart was beating fast...
i wondered how long this sensation would last
damn.
she knew what she doing
she took no time;
she knew what she was pursuing
that spot between my thighs was
continuously throbbing
and it showed no sign of
anytime stopping
i don't think i ever felt this,
well not like this before
i just knew i was liking it for dam sure
her words drugged me;
my mind was on esctasy
damn her being with a poet
she fucked my brains out without even touching me.
~iCook