Dreams buried beneath the dungeon floor In memory of last night

Short caresses alongside her chin and mine,

We dance under the moonlight touching lips and desires,

We feed each other's short-term fantasy cycles,

In memory of last night,

Her breath reaches deeply beneath my veins as my body quarrels,

I can still hear her ass slaps in the echo of this room,

With the walls shallow and the wind strong,

Tunneling through her vagina walls as I reach deeper and deeper into her,

Oh the memory of last night,

Raging outbursts of her name screeching over and over,

Neighbors banging on the floors with broomsticks,

Tearing each other apart until there's nothing left for the next person,

We shed layers of ourselves under the sheets,

In memory of last night,

Sex so good I think I dropped a tear,

Plunging through her empty soul with lusty promises,

Promises that were never promised,

Just promiscuous entanglement,

Or until her memory of last night repeats it's self at breakfast,

Slow stroking my clit into her mouth until she can barely breathe,

She grabs me by the neck and begs me,

Please,

Don't leave...

Damn... The memory of last night,

My back rolling and arching like I was riding a horse,

In slow motion,

She pinched my nipples so hard I thought it had been removed,

I looked down to make sure it was still there only to see her piercing eyes looking up at me,

Big, brown and beautiful with only her corneas trapping me like a spell,

I came on her face giving direct eye contact the whole time,

Chills were sent crawling up my spine as she begged for more,

The coffee waiter snaps her fingers,

Miss....Miss!

You're holding up the line,

I snaped out of it and apologized in disbelief her lips reminded me of someone's so much that they felt close bye...