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.