Things might change every day, every night
as I woke up in the middle of the night
fantasizing your manly scent that might.
You're the crawling beast inside
in my thighs slowly you give some bite
I open and spread a bit
just to feel your desire heat.
Making me moan as you slid
your tongue and own me just a bit
I feel the grip of your hands roaming around my soft peak which makes me weep
but still I found a little desires in my hip.
I move as you lick my desire deep
and moan a little like I was at the beat
fiercely caressing my all
with that I might fall for making me a fool.
You might be the one
I fantasizing but turns to nothing.
Hope in the morning you might be
the one I'm craving.