The Creaky Door
There it was again, the door,Creaking, like the wooden floor.You’re tugging gently at my covers,Away from the creaky door. Softly pulling at my wear,Alcohol breath upon the air.Your rough hands upon my skin,Handled without a hint of care. Your breath becomes so dark, so deep,You thought you found me in my sleep.Pushing yourself inside of me,As I moan, I feel so cheap. You press your hands against my lips,Straddling me, position your hips.Thrusting your cock into my guts,Steady rocking, and my mind slips. There it is again, the bed,Creaking loudly in my head.I am hardening against my will,Underneath you, oh, so spread. You’re moaning loudly in my ear,Your steady rhythm all I hear.Fuck me, brother, make me cum,Claim me as you draw me near! Bring me now into your sin,In secrecy, I let you in.Take …