I made mistakes,

some had high stakes,

missed chances and calls,

I could, should, I would have,

but alas, I didn’t have the balls,

or now I’d be holding your titty,

gently kiss your pretty face,

with savoury slow pace,

chin-deep in the wet,

i’d never forget,

the kitty cat.

...

At the end of the day,

what I am trying to say is,

I’d like to stay, if I may.

...

So I’d be there,

pulling your hair,

would try not to stop,

until you arch your back

and till your shoulders drop.

You would flow, I would grow,

we’d start it fast to take it slow.

I want to take you, while giving,

you’d gift me, while recieving.

I’d read your body like braile,

spelling out our fairlytale.

I’d follow, I would lead,

as long as you need

and start to shiver,

until we feel you,

flow like a river.

...

My goal isn’t to stick my pole in a hole,

I assure you, I will catch you if you fall.

Just doing stuff with you, is enough,

as well as it’s about me knowing,

you’re safe, cumming or going.

It’s not about taking you out,

It’s about us roaming aloud,

without needing to shout,

about a life without doubt.

It’s in believing, that giving,

gives us more than recieving.

It’s about rarity having a beauty,

sleeping while holding your booty.

Worship your round thing for sitting,

keep the tempo with your heart beating.

...

I started this song to write something nice,

I’m not like most guys and intended to differ,

but pondering this, is just making me stiffer,

so I laced it with a lot of loving, embracing,

I do love the loving, but I hate the chasing.

Z. Peperko