Cashmere mist is subtle
The scent unmistakable
Touch is intoxicating the lust inescapable
Anticipatin Penetratin,
Warm dampened silk
Start with kiss around the neck taste like caramel milk
The Donna Karen envelops as I descend to her chest
Soft kisses outlines the curvature of the breasts
Nipples Cherry Cola,
mouth watering soaks the areola
Scene cinematic as if done by Ford Coppola
Sweet and sticky trail continues to the navel
Spine tingles till the legs are unstable
Eye’s half closed like oysters with brown pearls
Tongue circles inner thigh in sensuous swirls
That’s my girl
…as her back’s arched with pleasure
Orgasmic wail my lips brace the pearl treasure
Lips on lips my discourse below the waist
Conversation intensifies as her thighs embrace
Head constricted, arms clench, fingers grip
Ocean waves in rough water the motion of the hips
A deep “Baby I’m ready” slips slowly from her lips…
