Don’t make it too easy for me baby. I like a challenge. I
enjoy working up a sweat. I have no problem working for my rewards.
Don’t make it too easy for me to melt when you touch me. I
practically fall into your arms. No assistance needed. No resistance given.
Don’t slip my shirt
off my shoulder with your middle finger and nibble on my bottom lip.
Your kisses make me stupid. It’s not fair that you use them
against me. Making my heart pound faster now.
Making my desire stronger now.
You’re making this shit too easy.
You knock down my defenses when you lift me up and push my
back against our auburn wall. Gripping my behind. Cracking me wide open.
Warming up all the engines.
Don’t put your lips here.
Don’t put your tongue there.
Don’t.
Don’t do that.
You’re making it too easy to say yes.
My chest rises and falls in sync with your own.
How I love you. How you make me drown in you doing the
things you do.
You make it too easy with your soft skin. Black ink in all
the right places.
No fight from me because of your bedroom eyes and your
working hands.
And tonight you’re working on me.
On this wall. On that chair.
On my table. In our bed. In your shower.
Your earned your payment today Papa. You make it too damn
easy to be in love with you.
Every day.
No challenges over here. No tests. None of the
complications.
You’re just so damn easy.
To Love.
