After much consideration, I decided to post this here, sorry for the length.
Heady perfume rising from your hair, the sight of your liquid eyes, brightens my night and prevents
The curve of your cheek and the taste of your neck make my only regret, taking so long to speak.
Kissing my way to your milky shoulders and inhaling the scent of your flesh I am maddened by desire
mounting ever higher
and desperately want you
out of your dress.
Watching the heave of your chest through that sheerest dress drives my hands onward putting my control to the test.
One button at a time, I'll make your
trust mine and upon
your pleasures my
eyes will dine.
Feeling you tense as the last button comes loose, I hesitate
only to find your desire
matches my own
as you lean harder into my fire
and I hear you moan.
My hands knead the smoothness of your skin, where to begin?While kissing your neck, my hands direct
a chorus of feelings within,
none of them
Losing myself in your eyes, twin pools of midnight dew, my hands travel down and around, pulling
you to the ground
where I will
Dropping to the ground at your side as you try to hide the trembling gripping you deep inside,
I then sit astride your thighs
And gaze deeply into
As my hands caress each curve of your velvet breast I must surely confess, not only am I striving to keep from arriving
But also my dear, to conceal my own fear
Of being like all the rest.
Lowering myself down, pressing you into the ground, I slowly begin to kiss your perfect face from forehead to chin
Your mouth opens with a low, throaty, moan
As I gently I slip my tongue in.
From arching back to heaving thighs, low-throated moans and thunderous cries, we travel from peak to peak without
The need to speak, giving each other a gift
That heals the rift
Our passion spent, our ardor gone, with the afternoon grown long, with a gentle caress and deepest regret, I tenderly help you
On with your dress.
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.