“She creeps from behind,
Blows on my neck as my hairs
Keep on watch.
They feel her presence and
Stand on edge stiff and fine.
Gently she kisses my neck,
Her soft lips tiggle my skin
As geese try to escape it,
A Blazzard rushs down my spine.
She says one simple line,
Im hers and she’s mine
My head felt light,
My pants grow tight.
The emotion in the atmosphere,
Caused the air to thicken.
Heavy breathing
My heart was racing
Her hands pressed against my lower abodemn
I started spacing.
She use her tongue
To coaress my neck, cheek, and lips
She was moving slow instead of rushing love
She took slow sips.
Her hand slide down deeper and deeper
And I grow bigger
With only two strokes of my gun
She pulled the “TRIGGER”