I imagine

Please forgive me I don't usually do sex poems

I imagine making love to him
In a place where sound nor time is a problem.
I imagine washing him in places
I wish I could suck later
I want to take him so deep
He will be shocked how far Im able to go
I imagine drying him off just enough so that there are still some water drips left on his skin
That I would be able to lick off later
I imagine riding him in a motion
That makes his curls toes
I want to ride him so well he thinks im a different person
I want him to see a side of me that he never seen before
And have flashbacks of this night when were in public
I imagine him making me so wet
That it runs down his shaft
I imagine use becoming tired
Because nine rounds wasn’t just made for boxers
I imagine sharing this poem with him
And him accepting my challenge