Jeans pulled down to her ankles…
Thighs slightly parted
She thinks of him in the
wee hours of the night
as she touches lightly between
The sweet spot where he wishes to go,
to live if only for a moment.
To take her like she wants to be taken
in her secret room
as she lies on her bed
To give him what he wants;
all of her.
She opens her legs wider
to let him take what he wants
she turns over and presents her
She wants all his gifts.
His hard slap on her is the sweetest
reward she could receive from him as
she pushes her ass upward
to meet each strike of his palm sooner.
She wants it so badly, as she lies in
She calls out his name as
her fingers move inside herself
opening and filling her
as he would in the wee
hours of the night