one...
fingertip he traced
two...
to lips he'll taste...wet
three...
caresses; trembled haste
four...
cradles softness, plump derriere
five...
covers breast tweaking, lingering there
shuddering as tongue parts me, like a sweet eclair
breathless; fingers entangled in hair
he's says:
baby, straddle thickness, love me right here...ahhhhh!!!! yes!!!