Craving You in the Night II
Getting it good from my lover-man.
Sobbing softly, I bury my face into my pillow, unable to bearThe breathless wonder, excruciating ecstasyOf having a man such as you, not just fucking me, but withEach breath and beat of his heart, oh! dear God, fucking me!What makes another man feast his feverish eyes upon my body,As though I were a wanton woman just for the taking,Coming for me, know how willing I am to have and feel him driveHis feelings for me deep int...