Itās 2:52 a.m. and you just left.
Thereās only one thing Iām thinking about.
I smile.
I knew youāve been craving my body for weeks.
Your body is weak because Iāve been giving you the run around and it felt good to tease you.
but tonight I felt like being bad.
The things you say underneath your breath is what my ears want to hear at this time of night.
When you grab my hips from behind,
Then you put my legs together,
Then you you slide inside.
Slowly.
Your breath behind my ear while you going inside me and kissing my shoulder is what I was craving.
We started in the living-room but I needed more space.
I grab you by your hoodie as we walk down the hall.
The hall to a dungeon where I was going to get my way with you.
Punishing you for being my guilty pleasure.
I get what I want from you.
I make you speak.
You beg to bend me over and spread my lips open to have your moment.
You beg me saying you need me in your mouth between my legs like a drink in a desert.
You beg.
Your tongue meets my clit and I canāt help but feel like me dripping all over your face.
I beg.
I beg you to stop and go back inside me.
I beg to ride you.
I love to ride you
When I hold you down and see you under my control, I get wet enough to drown you.
He tells me he wants to cum with me.
Both of our souls connect in the highest ways where our body release from the intense fucking weāre doing.
Because we donāt make love.
We donāt kiss.
We donāt cuddle.
We donāt pretend.
I dismiss him like a stranger but heās okay with that.
As long as I make time to let him devote him self to me.
Even if only for a moment he will always come back.
See you next time he said a as he walks away.
Itās 2:52 a.m. and thereās only one thing Iām thinking about.
I hope thereās food in the fridge.
Only one thing Iām thinking about by SZA edited by G.K.Keaton
@sazetfigueroa @gdotkeaton













