Laying in my bed with you at 1am.
Listening to Nico whisper “Sunday Morning”,
This is all I ever wanted.
It is a cool San Francisco night,
Filled with fog and promise,
Your small palm is pressed flat on my belly,
Curved around me in love,
I like it so much as your hand holds me.
My leg is thrown over your thigh,
The outer edge of my leg rests against your cunt,
Your clit is hard, and damp spreads like rays of moonlight,
Your taste travels through my blood vessels from my leg to my tongue,
And my lips part in need to hold your clit in my mouth,
My mouth is a cave for your cunt to live in.
Oh, it is that quiet night moment of us,
I want to lay sweaty and filled with you forever.