Write 366: 339 – After Dark

After dark is when we come out to frolic and misbehave
Time to kick this into drive as that body of hers I crave
The softness of her skin pressed warmly against mine
Backfield in motion as my fingers traces down her spine
Let go and let loose as her Caribbean side dances on my tongue
Serenade me with those sweet melodies that she sung
Invade her body passionately and sweet pain to plant that flag
Doing what we need to do so that we can nail it in the bag

Whatever I Feel Like Speaking On…