She was on top, rubbing me from the top, lips tasting what they shouldn't. Eyes wishing but we couldn't. We pass the point of wanting, now we diving inn. Enjoy the moment tomorrow we will deal with the strangeness of each other. Not knowing how to act or where to put our hands, for tonight they guided by passion of each other. We wanted this, we asked for this. This is what we thought of together. This lover that knows me with intense sex, ravenous lust, body oil and hot wax makes me submit to my addiction of her like a drug. I asked you to love me, not lust over me. You confuse your words and feelings believing trying to trick me into something that's not real, but damn this feels too good to stop the feeling tingling in my plump tits and red lips. <br />I know this is not real and does not belong in the tomorrow of us, our choices and desires are different in life. We would grow old apart and fight over what we do in our day. We would scream about your bad habits that grow on me and the amount of times you don't call me or how I never bother, that's why this is a bad idea, but damn this feels too good to stop the feeling tingling in my plump tits and red lips. The excitement of how this started out, but we both know how it will end, this bed being our only common ground and the one time we don't argue. How strange it is that we perfect lovers but horrible friends, we can't make the exception of trying to be friends even though you know me so well. We both have to go back to our lives and our partners, we have to wash off the scent of each other and lie in bed with our lovers wishing it was each other. The sad wish to find you in the morning breaks my heart in two, but for now I just do want to stop the feeling tingling in my plump tits and red lips.<br /><br />Melvyn Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plump-tits-and-red-lips-song/
