PutMyFaceInIt 2

Last I dreamt about you; It made my heart race,

You were sitting on my face, Grinding real slow,

The sounds of your moans; While staring in my eyes,

Was a clear sign; To the pleasure you felt,

The taste of you melting; Sweetest juice ever made,

Every bit I crave; When I get to go low,

Louder as you flow; The faces you're making,

Shaking as your quaking, Can tell what's to come,

Locking onto your hips; Opening up wide,

Trembling better your thighs; Feeling that your close,

Moving a bit faster; The pressure down below,

Letting nature take it's course; Allowing yourself to be free,

Showering me; As you begin to squirt,

Face looking like you're hurt; But truly feels amazing,

Only to awaken; To you not being there,

Nowhere near me; To play this thing out,

If you were though; I could guarantee,

You'd enjoy every second; Of riding on me...