I’ve felt it before
It was nothing like this
Each feeling is somehow new to me
Almost so good it should be forbidden
Dangerous in an addictive sense
I yearn for him when he’s gone
Yet when he’s here I say no
Not because I need him to stop
Simply because I can’t take anymore
He makes me feel things I never knew I liked
He makes me love things I never liked before
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
When I’m alone I lay there and fantasise
I touch myself and think of him hoping to feel what he makes me feel
It’s never the same
I use to love playing my body like an instrument
A piano playing all the right keys
But as soon as he came along I never play the correct song
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
He kisses me all over with a new level of passion
Never misses an inch
Explores me to find exactly what drives me crazy
He aims to please and he pleases so well
He whispers in my ear if I like how it feels
I’m always confused as my body is shaking can’t he tell
His pleasure takes me over
Tingling every nerve
Like the orgasmic version of pins and needles
I sometimes even feel like is this more then I deserve
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t say I’m promiscuous
I wouldn’t say I know everything about sex at all
When it comes to it I’m very confident but he makes me feel entry level
My mind consumed by thoughts of regret wondering why I never let myself be felt by him before
