Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
covering your sweaty body in all the right places.
A soft kiss and a nibble on the nape of your neck,
south down your body slowly, a methodical pace.
Your inner thighs as hot as a melting ice cream cone,
I lick and I lick , fever pitched breathing , my shoulders you brace,
I make my way by the silk and the lace,
like candy from heaven, sweetness is all that I taste.
Legs draped over each one of my shoulders,
the summit is near , oh that look on your face.
The ceiling fan on high over a bed of sweat filled sheets,
cooling their bodies as if in a race.
Your teddy of white soft **** silk and lace,
gone without a trace.

'Yours and everyone's
'concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️👷🏿‍♂️