Wow that touch
That soft finger tracing my hips
She can whispers so many things in my ears
Make me feel so safe
Like nothing is wrong.
She likes biting my thigh
Kissing my neck.
So many things I could do to her.
But not enough time.
She can keep me though
Until she is spent.
Or until she needs nothing else from me.
But I can handling
Knowing now
I am hers.