Ink Stained Soul…

I wasn’t too much when my hips drove you over the edge time and time again.
When I tasted the salt off your body.
When I screamed your name like a god for your neighbors to hear.
When your face was buried between my thighs tasting heaven.
When I took that call so he could hear what you were doing to me.
No I wasn’t too much.
And to be honest…
I am even more.