That Sound You Make

 

Can I tell you something?

That sound you make.

That low, involuntary sound,

The one you do not know you're doing.

It makes me come undone.

When I hear it, my nipples hardens

I think of you sliding in slow and deep from behind.

Your chest pressed against my back.

One hand gripping my hip, 

While the other reaches around and circle my clit.

Making my whole body tighten and shiver with every grind.

That sound you make.

Has me wanting to drop my innocent girl act.

I want your hand around my neck, telling me how you want me.

To make me lose all self control

That sound you make

Has taken control of my senses