Under the Covers

Under the covers,
Hot, sweaty, naked,
Giggling, whispering,
Feeling your heat.
Skin slides on cotton
And smooths against you,
Hot breath and passion,
My heart skips a beat.

Wriggling steamily,
Nudging your leg,
Wandering fingers
Grab handfuls of breast.
Moist breath on neck
And a tongue in my mouth;
Under the covers
Is what I love the best.

Kneading and teasing
With writhing hot limbs,
Forehead to forehead,
We stroke both our faces.
Hands wander over
Our steaming hot flesh,
And then down to caress
Our intimate places.

Hushing and shushing
And sniggering delight,
Sucking and licking,
I’m now dripping wet.
With your hand on my mouth,
I must open my legs;
I know that you’ll fuck me,
I’m willing to bet.

There’s no air under here,
But I only breathe you,
With your scent in my nose
And your cock deep inside,
You are filling me full
In this giggling dark,
Sliding in, sliding out,
As we naughtily hide.

Hot sticky sweat
Melds our bodies together.
In the darkness,
We thrust, we two lovers.
I’ll take what you give me
As you plunge in my wetness;
Fucking happy,
We’re under the covers.

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