Birthday Cake

There’s nothing as powerful as words
They can break hearts and make elastic cotton fabrics wet
I have a lot to say about you my darling, my cutie patootie
And if writing you my sexual desire is a form of death
Then welcome to my eulogy, I hope it ends in bed
I want to fuck you. It’s an opportunity not to be wasted
My dick gets excited by the very suggestion of a naked you painted
All I think about is pulling your well-worn panties down
And fucking you while you still have your socks on
I know you. You’re the kind of girl with a restless mind and impatient legs
You like spending rainy afternoons in bed, busy gettting wet
You like the thought of my hand squeezing your breast
And my mouth sucking on your nipples, really loving the taste
I want to put my hands on your precious weak knees
You have a book there that I’ve been dying to read
There are some words I want to write on that pretty pink page
Imaginary letters written in cursive circles, a conversation that’s of age
I want it all. Your lips biting, mouth moaning, hips twitching and pussy dripping
Sex is a delicious cake, and love is the icing on top
Once you get a taste of this piping bag, you’ll never want to stop

KJ šŸ“–āœšŸ¾šŸ‡°šŸ‡Ŗ

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