You wake up to my voice in your ear.
To me whispering, “Pretty girl.”
As I pin you to the mattress
As my cock parts the lips of your cunt
You whimper, pant, beg
For more, less, harder
Is it so bad, waking up to this?
To look in my eyes, stare back at me?
To this sensation, sex, fucking
What you didn’t know you wanted
Will become something you need
Thrust at a time