Shorthaired Girl

As you pulled on my hair I could feel I was almost there. 

When your made me stop I knew exactly your thought. 

Just when I thought I wasn’t deep enough I reached the cusp. 

As you dug into my back I reached for a grasp you said give it a slap. 

With a smack and a thrust I gained a little trust. 

From the back there was no slack and with a firm grip I set and dip. 

I was your dancer and you were my singer I was wrapped in your fingers. 

With a kiss you left goodbye I saw the gratification in your eye.