A bit of flavor
Pressed to my lips
Heady aroma excites
Enthralled, passion ignites

Silky softness
Covers my eyes
And my face
Open eyes see through lace

Hands restrained
feet spread wide
Fingers trace a path
1 and 1, you do the math

At her mercy
I'm unafraid
Teasing lips and fingers
Keeps me up as she lingers

A feather
A bit of fun
Patience she aims to teach
She stays just out of reach

Can wait no more
I moan and beg
Engulfed in warmth joy
I am simply her boy toy

Pistoling pounding
Lubricated friction
Collapsing skin to skin
My face uncovered I see her grin