Foreplay
Rough Drafts: A Collection Of Badly Written Short Stories and Poems
I just want you to fuck me.
You know, in the kind of way that says you love me.
I want you fuck me in the kind of way
that starts at the very beginning of the day.
With kisses landing on my shoulder and my neck,
and that special place on my back,
and adoring looks from your eyes
that drag on into the night.
Let me put it so plainly that there is no mistake,
I want you to gently put your hands on my waist
and tell me that my curves are divine
and how you just can't wait to be inside
of me.
I need extra gentle care
to avoid being traumatized.
Again.
You must begin slow.
So slow that you can barely take it.
So slow that I don't need to fake it when I moan.
So slow that the pleasure only grows and grows.
I want to be surrounded by someone who is worthy of my submission.
My cost is not cheap, I am wifey material,
so foreplay is the price of admission.
Don't act like you're surprised,
this girl doesn't just bark anymore,
she bites.
So don't forget the foreplay
if you truly want to fuck me right.