She heard it all. The rhythm of our melody vibrating through the
wall. Each sexy explosion. She heard it all.
The way that you traveled across grass laid plains all the way to
mountain peaks slowly rowing down running streams.
Yeah, she heard it all. Slowly anxiously waiting the next stroke, next thrust, next sensation. Spoken words between deliveries of ooohs followed by a plethora of awwws.
She heard it all. Open wider than the Pacific and stretched longer than the Nile. Bodies intertwined on top, underneath, overlapped always dwelling inside. Each shriek, mild scream, brief moment of mental escape with husky moans of satisfaction.
She heard it all. Lips undressing your eyes as you smack thick thighs. The slurping and dripping of candy in your hand yet all over your mouth. The creattion of two, together or all in my head yet it was all to be heard.
2 comments:
*cues Trey Songz "Neighbors Know My Name*
ha. you are so special.
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