Here we are, tired, and worn out. <br />The last few hours are what pleasure is about. <br />That victoria secret, will be our little secret. <br />And they dont know why we keep drying our bed set.. <br />And why i keep calling you wet wet. <br />I'm almost too tired to move, -my want for you i cant hide <br />you just step over me-sit on it and go for one more ride. <br />Slowly and with deliberate sashays, <br />we make love for all the lost days <br />you softly moan as your eyes start to roll, <br />and watching you come is the sweetest pleasure of all.<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-4th-round/
