Propped on pillows, a vision divine,
Legs spread-eagle, an intimate shrine.
Hands cupped your flower, fingers roam free,
Wandering fields of ecstasy.

Eyes closed tight, lost in delight,
Bottom lip bitten, a tantalizing sight.
Fingers dance in a rhythmic spell,
Arousing whispers, where secrets dwell.

The scene before me, pure intoxication,
A moment steeped in deep fascination.
I could only dream, imagine the feel,
As your touch brought pleasure, raw and real.