After round one she rolled over and started telling me,
About round two in terms so graphic I could see,
The whole thing projected on the ceiling of my mind,
She said I want you from behind and I want it unkind.
She said I have been thinking about sitting on your face all week,
And your tongue doing that thing that makes my knees go weak,
She said it casual like reading off a shopping list,
Dick, tongue, fingers, all the things she missed.
Pillow talk ain’t soft in this bed, it is ammunition,
Pillow talk is her reloading her position,
For the next assault, she plans the filth between the rounds,
Pillow talk ain’t soft, it is battle sounds,
She maps out every dirty thing she wants and then demands,
Pillow talk ain’t soft, she has got plans.
She said flip me upside down and eat me while I choke on you,
I said yes and we assumed the view,
Of each other’s favorite parts and went to work like rented mules,
She said deeper and I felt her drool,
Run down my shaft while I buried my face in her pussy lips,
Pillow talk turned into action, tongue and hips.
Round three she whispered something in the dark I will not repeat,
But I was hard again in seconds, back on beat,
She climbed aboard and rode me while describing what she felt,
In language hot enough to make the sheets melt.