Mental Love

The dose of mental love
Has opened my legs
That only converse
With the lining of my jeans
As my pussy
Massage the interior
With thoughts of caressing
His dick
Mental love is a bitch
No touching
Meetings
Or greetings
Just mental sexual frustration

He doesn't have to utter a word
His soul speaks bold
His posture obtain moans
And the lick
Across the lips
His eyes disclose
Stories untold
Searching for a similar soul
Instantly he stimulate my thoughts
Drip, drip, drip
I feel this sensation
Every time he walks my way
Mental love is the shit
I can't lie
I busted about three times
Just off his mental supply
Damn near caught myself crying
Visioning his slow wind
Closed my eyes
Felt the dick on my thighs
Fuck a blunt
His shaft got me so high
This mental sexin is like a test
He wanna know if I can handle the rest
See, he understands Im the best
Cause my mental sex got him sweatin
Wondering if I can wet him
Like a slip and slide
Craving the pussy like the breath of his life
I can almost feel his cherry wood lips
Navigating between my greedy hips
Its like he’s sexed before
But it was all wrong
Realizing her clit wasn’t the shit
Now he wanna come home
This mental shit
Got me so into it
Never felt penetration
this way
His shit was deep
Damn it was so deep
And the mountain we were climbing was steep
There’s nothing ordinary about him
Mental sexin so good
Damn, I think I wanna crown him.
In between my sheets
All I can do is receive
and heavy breathe
Let my manicured fingers take me
where I need to be
Opened fluttered eyed tickled by wind that blew
Realized his sexin was only in my mind
Damn
He got me waiting for part two...