Say it...
Say it..
Say You don't like it
Say you want me to stop
That's all you have to do
I press my body into yours
Pushing my hips down into your own
Staring into your eyes
my wishing well
I wish for you tell me if you want me to stop
Tell me you don't like it
My lips press to the skin just underneath your ear
I run my tongue over your earlobe
Tracing the tip of my tongue along soft skin
This is the sweetest of sins
My hand runs up your leg
moving closer
closer
closer
Shhh, Don't make too much noise
Whisper to me
Tell me if you want me to stop
Tell me if you don't like it
I nibble on your bottom lip
the palms of my hands sweating against the sheets
fingers gripping onto the loose fabric
my body moving against yours
tell me that's not you i hear
tell me you don't like it
is that you breathing hard?
is that you becoming puddy underneath my hands?
is that your bare skin touching mine?
is that your eyes full of pleasure?
is that my fingers trailing down your chest?
is that my body pushing down as your back arches?
tell me you don't want me to stop
tell me you like it














Comments
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Jumping to conclusions is like jumping a hobo.
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Jumping to conclusions is like jumping a hobo.
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You have never felt fire in you veins until I have made your blood blaze
allpoetry.com/beautifullycrying
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Jumping to conclusions is like jumping a hobo.
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You have never felt fire in you veins until I have made your blood blaze
allpoetry.com/beautifullycrying
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Jumping to conclusions is like jumping a hobo.
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You have never felt fire in you veins until I have made your blood blaze
allpoetry.com/beautifullycrying
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Jumping to conclusions is like jumping a hobo.
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