Don’t Stop Before Four
I was jumping on your couch,
My laughter echoed in your house .
You picked me in your arms ,
Travelled through hall,
Didn’t move your eyeball .
My cheeks all red ,
You threw me on your bed .
Naughty was your mood ,
Best was your each move .
Dragged me closer through my legs ,
Struggled the button on my hem.
I resisted your act,
But rightly you (always) hacked .
Threw my jeans on floor ,
The touch of your lips made me moan .
You swiftly moved your tongue ,
I could feel my failed lung .
Deeper and deeper you went ,
Moaning your name was ‘the right move’ consent .
My satisfaction was your goal ,
You made me roll.
You sat on balcony chair ,
Sat on your lap with my open hair .
Faster my heart was beating ,
You Opened my legs and positioned my seating .
Your lips have always made me strongly weak ,
My nipples were what, you wanted to eat.
Smoothly removed my Tee ,
Unhooked my bra which was green.
Pulled me closer by my back ,
My nipples in your lips trap .
My hands around your head ,
I scratched you each time you sped.
My toe fro movement hardened your part ,
The way you lifted me was no less than an art .
I never saw you undressing faster before ,
Your love! Always I beg for more ,
My each iota, you completely own .
Clogged my wrist in your,
“Aaaah!! don’t stop before four”
I always wanted to lose the ‘un-button-ing’ fight