Sunday, May 11, 2008

Memory...

I met her at work...quite incidentally...
We exchanged emails...then talked on line...
It became immediately apparent that she was full of passion...

Its 5 in the morning, and I’m up taking dirty to you, and now I’m on the hotline over here lusting for you. Let’s talk about sex baby, let’s talk about you and me, let’s talk about bubbles in the tub, let’s talk about making' love, let’s talk about you on top, while its going down. I wanna talk dirty to you baby, on the hotline.

I spoke to her on the phone...
It was one of those conversations where turned off the lights and spoke with a calm passion...
A passion that was deliberately calm so as to not betray the deep burning desire to connect...

The sun’s not up but, I had to call you cause I’m home alone lusting' for you. I’m in my room nothing' but a towel on, take them granny panties off put a thong on. I love it when I hear you moan, you got the sexy tone that turns your boy on. You’re in a completely different city, on the fan line, with nothing but a baby tee on. You’re the kind of girl that’s sexy in some boxer shorts; I’m that kind of guy that’ll make you ride it like Porsche. Yeah, I met you on MySpace, now I’m about to fly you out to my place, in the morning.

I invited her over...I didn't think she would accept...
To my surprise there was a knock at my door...
It was her...

Its 5:30 in the morning' I’m lonely, my lovely. We’ll be touching and rubbing…call me, please call me, called you seven times, baby girl don’t stall me. I want to kiss you from your temple to your feet, to the dimples in your cheek, to your tattoo and your belly ring. Conversations underneath the sheets…know me RED BULL like an energy I'm a freak...

She was relentless...
She moved me to the couch and undressed me...
She was all over me...her lust was intoxicating...
Her sweat a drug...

Baby girl you know I’ll put it down like a vet, you say the sound of my deep voice make you sweat. You call me 5 am on the dot, now I’m thinking about you from the bottom to the top. Picture this you say your coming over, 30 minutes later you were parking the rover. You jumped out the car and I met you at the door; 3 seconds in the house and you were begging me for more. Kiss you in the mouth, lay your hands on my cheeks; great action on the carpet rug burns on my knees. Overdose on this lust-scratch marks on my chest. Satisfaction guaranteed by this playboy’s rep…

I can still feel her skin on my hands...
Her breath on my neck...
Her nails in my flesh...
Her on my body...