I can tell the moment you walk into a room,

That slow confident swagger, the boyish grin.. yeah you got Mojo baby.

I wanna lick my fingers and run them along your beautiful mouth.

I have never wanted to taste someone so badly, my poor soul is in such misery,

Just the smell of your skin makes me wet.

I can't look you directly in the eye, you shine too bright,

Some days I think you see right through me.

I was never was very good at lying.

So instead, I stumble, I stutter and run away.

When you smile I can't stop staring at the shape of your mouth, and how sexy the short dark stubble on your chin is.

 I want to feel that stubble scrapping against my breasts.

Hell, what I really want to know is how your cock feels buried inside me. Are you slow do you like taking your time? or you do you like it fast and hard and quick? Really I'm open to both, I might as well be honest.

You naked on top of me, hands gripping my hips, and your face buried in my neck.

But every day, I smile wave and run away.

I am such a coward,

My beautiful Mojo baby, how I want you so.