Feeding time

You like my style

And my class.

Please follow me boy

And spank my ass.

Throw my clothes

On this floor,

And Pin me up

Against the door.

Grip my skin

As I taste your lips,

Kiss my neck

And caress my hips.

We'll make our way

To the bed,

It's my time to tease

It’s my time to be fed.

Gripping my hair

I hear you groan,

The tightness is felt

In every moan.

Your breathing faster

My name you pledge,

You are sliding boy

Right over the edge.

Your body tenses

Your leg shakes,

As your body surrenders

To a euphoric quake.