A Common Goal

A slight skim of a foreplay feather - pure torment.

My body begs for a fondle, a caress

please, rip my dress!

Now, I grope with hope

me...contorting to your every position

you...buckling to my every whim

moving in sync

moan to my lip sync

feeling your pressure as you sink

absorbing the pain as you whip

stroking the moisture as we slip

In. Out. In. Out

I bite

you lick

I suck

you buck

F***!

Euphoria