Creepin'

The phone rings
I pick up
I need you, you sigh
I miss your lips, your eyes
I need to hear your muffled cries
As you press your head into my chest
As i nibble down your neck to your breast
I wanna feel your lips on my cock
make my heart stop
with the way you straddle my hip
sas you ride the waves that roll and dip
as you trip
land
fall
into my arms
as you exhale...
I'll meet you, I said
But you'll have to give me some time
He's here
So you'll have to wait
And so i hang up
A smile on my lips
thinking bout the way you'll make me trip
land
fall
into your arms
reminscing bout the roll and dips
and the way I'd straddle your hips
as the waves crashed
smashed
molded
our bodies together
waiting til he leaves
so that i can get dressed
and give you our time.