Dim the lights let me melt in passion's night. Let you spread webs of silky veils to blind my eyes. Take my fingers, let them trace as braille the skin of your body contours. Smoothe its patina caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses guide my travel over your uncharted map, voyage ****** terrain: each inch of you touched, surveyed as new routes are found, explored, landmarks followed.
Close your eyes feel the search of my tender hands through the darkness of a night without end.
Expose your beauteous body contours, curves soft swell of *******, arched thigh cleavage cleft half moon peaches lead me to a fern veiled vale to secret gorge spread wide, steer my roused questor up the mount of Venus’ cleft, to plunge pulsating adown slippery labile slopes into clasps of foaming depths.
Thoughts and vocabulary gleaned from a brief dabbling into HP ****** and Sensual poetry.