The thought of your touch lightly caressing my skin makes me tingle
Fantasies assuage my psyche all as sundry not just single
Your warm, delicious lips dancing a trail along my neck
Mmmmmm baby, elicits a responding chord so deep it makes me wet
Your questing hands move lower to my golden brown chocolate tip twins
Your head dips down for not to taste would be a sin
The nipples you twist and twirl on your magical tongue
Remembering that there are two tips not just one
Your hands travel lower to my quivering waist
Thoughts circling around our heads not definitely chaste
This dance we’ve danced many times before
Makes you, my darling, the greatest maestro of this score
For your gentle hands, your tongue, your lips
Orchestrate frantic movements from my hips
Begging you to join us together as one
The look in your eyes, the shake of your head telling me this song has just begun
My tempting body you’ve just begun to sample
Of honey, chocolate, sweet flowing nectar there is ample
The journey has taken you down, down below
Tears fall from my eyes, it’s my center I want you to kiss not my toes
The maestro wouldn’t be great if he just went in for the kill
So he takes his time, warms the instrument of my desire with his infinite skill
He knows what he’s doing he sucks one toe then makes his way to all ten
My body begins weeping in arousal again and again and again
Then he moves back up…..slowly headed north
Making frequent stops along the way up my calves, knees, and thighs with his mouth
‘Le petit mort’ claimed me so many times I lost count, I think it was three
He wouldn’t let me go, kept pushing the button had me climbing up a tree
Finally with a smile and a kiss he heads to the spot
That’s burning up, so decidedly hot
My parted thighs he watches as he gets ready…gets set
To spear the fountain that’s oh so wet
His prelude he has played like a master from old
Now his score he will start from beginning to end to me he told
Just when I think it is over
He will surprise me and go to the Coda
The music swells as it reaches steady crescendo
I can’t help but breathe a shrill, repeating OHHH
At the end of the music where the score says fini
His bow pulsed and throbbed pushing forth his seed
With his well oiled bow he has mastered his set
And this time he has made me soaking…..wet
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