this was supposed to be posted before the quarrel.

We were out,
But at the moment we met,
I felt the burn.
The burning feeling of wanting her hands in my pants
We watched 2 movies,
We smoked,
We walked around,
We ate.
But that burning feeling never did go away.
She never did notice
How my eyes lit up when we were going home
She never did sense it
How badly I wanted our sex.

In my house we went,
In my bed she went,
But her shorts, my shorts, my bra goes
And straight into what we know is to come

The way everything feels so perfect,
Whenever her hands goes,
My skin tingles
Erupting senses, making everything else so sensitive
Se moves slowly,
Like some self-created rhythm
She doesn’t grabs my breasts,
Instead she touches them with such tenderness
It makes you want more.
She knows,
Knows what every movement and moans are yearning for
And she rewards me
With her delicious tongue
No, not in my mouth
In places she knows will bring me higher.

She moves,
Confidently but slowly
To places she loves.
The clit,
She’s happy with the wetness she created
And continues to tease
The already harden clit.
She knows when it’s the exact moment
Her fingers never do seep in by accident

Oh! The depths of pleasures she brings me to
They are wordless.
After she makes me comes,
She knows what is going to come next.
I make her yearn,
I tease her till she blushed
I play till she can no longer stand.

3 times is the new record
3 times in a morning is a lot.
I am tired,
And so is she
But yet our horniness never does go away
We just fall asleep in each others naked arms
With a satisfied smile on both faces

this was what caused the quarrel.

I love martinis.
Any kind of fruity martini I would adore.
The taste although bitter like most alcohol
Still has that sweet lingering moment within my lips.
I like it because it keeps me company no matter how I’m feeling
Gives me pleasure I only receive in bed
The foreplay of alcohol
Touching teasing making loving
Takes away my pain
As it slips down and burns my throat.
Tonight I feel pain
Feel pain whenever she whips out her phone to reply that girl
She’s with me I know she is
But is her heart with me too?
Ahh, as I sip on my martini tonight
As it numbs the pain now
I think of nothing else
Nothing else but her,
Her and her fingers,
Her and her beautiful smile,
Her and the way she grabs me.

and now
i wonder are we still us?
or are we just nothing already?
sigh
oh well only time will tell.

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