Stories about sex VI

I don't want to make love in the dark...

At the back of a building - muffing my moans in a dingy corner

I don't want to be careful...

Looking over my back worried about us getting caught 

I don't want to rush an orgasm...

5 minutes of pleasure?

Boy please!- all night or nothing 

I don't want to be passed around like weed...

Sneaked in and out of your room like I'm illicit

I'll admit it though - I'm addictive 

I don't want to be civil, tame, well-behaved...

Not when we're in the same room 

Even if it's not just us two 

I don't want to be mindful...

Not when I'm incredibly lustful, 

Full of desire to be cuffed, spanked, gently and roughly fucked 

I don't want to wait...

Wait for us to get back home so you can do all those things you said,

Wait for you to get your hands on me,

How long does it take a man to do what he said he's gonna do?

I don't want to be quiet...

Be silent as my back is being blown out 

I don't want to think about the neighbours...

I could care less about making noise at 3 in the morning 

Yes - everyone's gonna hear God's name calling, 

Matter of fact, I'll make it clap and not with my hands,

Everyone's gonna know your name,

I'll say it - over and over again 

I don't want to fuck with the lights out...

I want to stare at our silhouettes,

I want to watch our bodies moving in the shadows,

I want to look at you straight in the face as I wipe your sweat away,

I don't want to go back home - not walking straight anyway,

If I'm not shaking then we're not breaking,

We got the whole night so... 

Make me