I would do anything
To be with you

Remembering
The last time......

Your hot body
Pressed against mine
In your Bentley

It was a quickie
But now we know
It was so much more

We had to hold it down
So the neighbors would not hear

You slipped it in
And I softly let out
A moan

You were Hittin it
I hit back
Until you groaned
Like the man
That you are

You held your hand
Over my mouth
When you let go
Inside me

And we continued

To ride

In

Your Bentley





Tammy

Open the door, I'm driving

v

Haha. Ok. Ok. Hit the wrong key!!!

Well if you are going to do it in a car-- a Bentley is the car in which to do it. I'm sure it was much more comfy than a Ford, haha!
The poem is very 'descriptive' Rhymester

((((rhymester)))

It only happens


In my minds eye!!!