Poetry

Pulling his lips into mine as I gently force my self to his lap

the heat from the sun rubs our bodies.

Gripping him with my thighs and squeezing his lips into mine

the heat glides between our bodies.

Feeling his muscles as I  kiss his sexy face

the heat moves down and tingles my lips.

Opening his jeans and massaging his lap with hip motion

the heat crawls down our backs.

Moving faster with the rhythm of our kisses

the heat pulls at our lips making us sticky.

Sliding our hands and wrapping your hand to mine

the heat between us becomes steamy.