The_One
Bluelighter
From the touch that commands
Me to wither under your
Fingertips
I daydream about you
And your aquamarine eyes
That dilate
Upon seeing my
Naked body
In front of you, clinging to
The anxiety of longing to be pleased...
And to please you too
Because you make me
Ooze
What I lack letting
Me experience pseudo-emotions for
The duration of our lust
But
I don't mind a bit because
You feel so good and when
I listen
To your soft yet pleased moans
I smile because for now
I am
Happy.
Me to wither under your
Fingertips
I daydream about you
And your aquamarine eyes
That dilate
Upon seeing my
Naked body
In front of you, clinging to
The anxiety of longing to be pleased...
And to please you too
Because you make me
Ooze
What I lack letting
Me experience pseudo-emotions for
The duration of our lust
But
I don't mind a bit because
You feel so good and when
I listen
To your soft yet pleased moans
I smile because for now
I am
Happy.