Is it the way she bucks and arches her back when she's reached her peak,

Is it more satisfying than the moan of your name coming from me

What makes her worth it, 

What makes me not?

Is it the way she rides you till you fall asleep,

Or offers herself to your mouth as your next meal to eat

One night you fill her lusting mouth so neither of you have to speak,

But the next night you whisper your love as you lay on top of me

I search for the love in your eyes as you pound deeper into me,

Our juices flowing heavily and I know I'm drowning

But I can't come, can't reach my peak,

Because in my heart I'm crying to be enough and for you to only love me

What makes her worth it,

What makes me not?

Is it her perfect cupped breasts that taste warm,

Or the lack of weight in her that I may have put on

What makes her worth cheating with,

What makes me not worthy of faithfulness?

Release your bitter cream into me like a savaged lion,

Then clean up and away you will trot,

I hope she's worth it,

Because maybe you're not.