Fantasy Poem by uder pressure

I can hear
your breathe
your hands rest
on my shoulders
and your lips
venture around my
neck



I feel a feeling
of desire
as your lips find
mine
I grasp your tight
body



Sweat is starting
to run
my shirt
ripped off
and yours too
your hands turned
from soft to
aggressive
and I liked that



Your voice
makes me melt
as you tell me
what you like
and you'll do
whatever I ask
I'm your slave
ask me.....