Why wait for you to chase her down, to tug her skirt, to spin her around? To grip her throat the way she pleads, to kiss where weakness buckles her knees? She told you once it makes her wet, that kiss too deep she can’t forget. She said it calms her racing mind, and robs the rest from the bed she finds. So why wait, darling, why the play? Why bite her lip when she’s clear as day? You’ll love her slow till moans run dry, you’ll stroke so deep her glow lights the sky. Why wait for you to come to her? Cum to her! Come for her! The words get tangled when you speak to her
