How could I not?

I could never truly pinpoint you…

One moment you’re an introverted extrovert,

In a blink you’re a polar-opposite self

Strumming on my last nerves

- A total freak –

Begging to cling onto my lengthy rod of meat

With your heavy strokes of breath

Echoing so pure yet so provocative a tune

To my already aroused soul;

How could I not catch?

In a flash we’re grinding bodies,

Violently overcome by urge

As your bipolar balance of craziness and innocence

Enrages the burning furnace of desire

Rampaging to unite these bodies and purge.

Foreplay is a long-forgotten term

In our state of hunger.

Your juices gush a gentle stream

As I kindly bend you over the counter;

Perhaps the only calm

Before a raging storm of thunder

Enters your flooding treasure

To leave those tightly-cushioned lips

Swollen with the pleasure of pure bliss.

Again I mutter,

How could I not catch the feels?

A few strokes in

And I barely miss

The flustered expression,

Exposed by the twirling eyes and trembling lips,

Thoroughly spread on your face.

A moan later we’re on the floor

Panting while you throw your cheeks

Onto my metal-hard monument of ego

And we roll all over the tiles,

Legs intertwined,

Leaving a spectrum of sticky puddles

Glittering on the kitchen floor.

The constant thrusting leaves me begging

To shoot my whole bloodline a foot-deep into you

And a stroke or two later!

Nc nc nc…

Fellow lover for the last time I ask,

How could I not develop feelings for you?