Written w/ Fatima
Let’s play hide and seek… I’m seeking what you have hidden for a while… I’ve counted down only to chase what’s worth having… This isn’t a child’s game… But I’m ready to play when ever you’re ready…
… Ready to be sought. I see we’ve both been seeking and voyaging for years waiting to be captured as the sweetest prey. I even started to hide hoping the childish side would further draw my potential partners eye.
I came out and played screaming to the skies that one day my “come out come out wherever you are” would bring me you
Tagging you lyrically.. I’ve counted down the days when our childish ways would allow me to touch you… I’ve chased you around life’s tree… Fell and scraped my adolescent knees hoping… That I could out run my potentials, past pursuers..”.
I’ve counted to twenty… Not peeking once on where you might be hiding… I’ve always been the taggee waiting for someone to tag me… Secretly wanting them to Scream out “you’re it”
Then here comes that tantalizing strut and my mind escapes Into my hide and seek needs. Bruised and bandaged from falls during my endless gaming
1…2….3…4…5…6… 78910 jumbled in my impatience I’m ready for you… come on!!! Tag me baby let me be it. Let me be it. Let me be
You’ve strut so many times across my mind; hips saying come fuck me tongue saying I’m in no hurry how about you hide and I seek so I can quickly assess the task
… So I close my eyes…. Breathing softly so they don’t hear my pure desire to tag places that many have seeked…. I’m counting… Waiting for the stroll I’ve learned to listen for… She’s it… I knows she will be it…
I won’t quit til I’m more than a memory, and our childish game is a reality… Many people are playing.. But I’ve patiently waited like 50 and M…. Her hips teasing and swaying my way… I’ll get her
I know I’ll get her after all she’s swaying in my direction. Either she wants me or the ultimate tease. Argh fuck it I’m going to tag her in… My thoughts came to life as I grabbed her by her hips licked across her lips and pulled her into My seek so we can hide together … Here in our little space faces engraved in each others waists. Earlobes and fingers tips kissed and licked I shall…
…No longer be teased
I need this Remedy beyond her sexual engagement. Counting 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!!!!
Ready or not here I cum… Ready to engage in the games we’ve played… I’ve engraved her moans potential in my memory… Seeking the times we have played this game with others…. I’m done counting… I’m ready to finger tag her seeking places…. Count the strokes my tongue will make to win this game… Here I cum….
1… A kiss to her bottom lip…2… A touch to her hip…. 3… I listen to her breath… 4 I seek to change the rhythm of her heart beat….5 I gently bite her upper lip only to slip my tongue in…6 this game of seeking her hidden moan is beyond fun…7…. I’m counting on multitasking through this …8… My tongue is numb because of how many times I’ve made her cum…9 I’ve stopped counting and we have to stop playing…and 10… I’m done hiding I’m waiting for you to tag me into your life’s game…
Forever moments have been created And hand carved into pure accuracy. Favorite moments from countdowns occupy every second of our life’s game.
Still I’m not here to continue any games with you. Promising full attention to your body and soul and an image is painted of beautiful museum walls with us encompassed covered by lighting illuminating our curves together. Let’s live together. Let’s create poetry together because baby I’m it and your it and we have sought and found… Ready or not I’m here or you
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