Maybe getting over our past
Is as easy as getting under another
Being a little careless, reckless, indecent
Letting my inner predator come out to play
She is just my type
Long brown hair
Nice hazel eyes
Medium stature
Tattoos and a few piercings
She pushes me on the couch
Mounts my lap
Starts to grind and dance on me
I can not stop my hands
The predator takes control
There is no thought of you or consequences
My hands grab ahold of her waist
I want to know what she feels like
She tells me...
You can touch more than my waist
I explore her torso
And feel her slight curves
We are chest to chest
Her face is by my neck
I want her to kiss me
Instead she blows her warm breath
On the nape of my neck
Which sends shivers down my spine
We are face to face
We share a quick peck
She takes off my jacket
Looks at me
And gives me a seductive smile
She touches my arm, waist, and legs
She grinds her body against mine
I feel the rhythm and reciprocate her movements with my own
My breathing gets heavy
She places her head near my pelvis
Do not get dirty thoughts
My pants are on
She mounts my lap again
Kisses me and gets off my lap
Sits side by side with me , flirts with me, gives me gentle caress, and a kiss upon the cheek
My inner predator did not stay out too long
The predator was allowed to breath
Allowed to play, not fully, just enough
To be temporarily satisfied
That night helped erase bits of you
Cleansed some of my body from your touch
Maybe if I allowed the predator
To be fully released
Maybe
I would be able to get over our past
Say Fuck You and leave
She is just my type
Right now she is the predator
And I am the prey
She erases your memory
Cleanses me of your touch
The predator come through says
I want to know what she feels like
I want to know what she tastes like
It is time for the predator to be released to play
Now she is my prey
With every touch
With every grind
With every taste
You are slowly erased
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