The Touch

Not a word spoken

not a breath broken

just a long stare

I run fingers thru yo hair.

lean your head back

expose your neck

do what u expect

gaze in your eyes

u get weak

speechless

did u speak ?

u tremble, anticipating

your tired of masturbating

its our time

to have so have some wine

I hush your lips

look at your hips

and says damn baby

ill recite u a story

sitting in both our glory

1 finger to your spot

your hot

then your explode

give daddy your load

baby squirts so much

from the touch...