you said write about me

You slid me a pen and pad and said write about me. 

I held that pen and in my brain there weren't words to be had to tell you how glad you make me.

 I searched and I dug looked under my minds rug to find the words to convey that you make my heart say yay and my fears fade away with just a touch.

 How do I attempt to put you in a box and limit the expanse of what you are to me?

When you kiss me it's like the water I need.

 Your touch the perfect sweater and trust me I couldn't  be wetter.

Your hunger fills me and I can't help, but want to feed you til your sated. 

Especially when you want to get x-rated. 

Hand on my thigh pulling my skirt aside, 

gripping my hip as I ride, 

impatient to be closer groins smush together never close enough. 

Panting and sighing, 

almost crying 

as I pull you close and beg for more 

trembling and quaking, 

but craving your lovemaking 

as we go round about again and again.  

Going so thoroughly a week later I'll still feel like you murdered me, 

but I'll open up to you again with glee because the way my body responds says please keep murdering me. 

You want me to write about that? 

How you wind me so tight only a rubber bands break could match the way you make me quake. 

You want me to tell the world it's so good I could howl that you make every pore on my pussy smile? 

You want me to be so bold and tell everyone you fuck me til I snore, that my toes can't curl anymore, that soon as I see you my pussy drools like my whole mouth is numb.

 Nah I can't I sound dumb who cares if you always make me cum , that that after a round with you I need a iron lung? 

It sounds like bragging and honestly I rather be gagging so come on home to me and we can put our phones on dnd and our favorite playlist on repeat and you can come make a whole mess outta me.