Words on a mission
trying to convince a girl
I’ll probably need more of her.
Sure, I expect her to react
to the spring in the jets.
It’s just that I’m feeling
everything is so different
especially with her.
She can give a curious look,
right along with her lay-low
get down commands.
Time and attention is always hers
after all, she’s a first-time girl.
It’s all very easy now
to read the quality of her thorn.
She turns to look back
eyes up into eyes this time
she insists I throw away
that new pair of sunglasses
I won’t be needing them anymore.
This time though,
it’s all very easy to see why
she wants a choker necklace.
The others are sure to know
the clasp sits close to her skin now.
Giving the control,
she accepts a pretty place
here in the pit of my stomach.
I grab and take her inside
so our agoraphobic mannerisms
won’t seem so out of place.
It’s so much easier now
to order in.
I’ve put all my cards
on the lap of this perfectly flawed girl.
We can very easily sidestep the system.
She loves giving her sex
fully clothed or otherwise
today is a continuation
from last night
when she gathered her clothes
in a scattered bundle.
This time though,
we’re gonna go on slow
keeping time to ourselves
while I conquer this current taste of words.
With bellies just half full
I don’t mind sharing,
feeling or feeding things
to her mouth.
She pauses,
just before she takes a breath
and whispers,
“We’ve got this.”
Ohh i like this.. Words on a mission.. Lovely
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