Past 2 Present

Each time she climaxes; It brings her back,

To past times with him; That seemed maybe better,

Like when driving on the highway; Him playing with her;

Cumming so hard; Couldn't help but to swerve,

In the hotel room; Bent over the couch,

Loudly screaming out; Being thrusted from behind,

Or the time on the window sill; Him holding her up,

Her eyes rolling back; Enjoying being fucked,

That one afternoon; How hungry he was,

Most of the time tasting her; Instead of making love,

Each time she climaxes; Seems better than the past,

Extreme than the last; As he drives her insane,

Embedded in her brain; How he's blew her mind,

From the very first; Adding to each time...