Your hands move deftly down
sliding along my satin gown
never seeking to clumsily plunder
for treasure buried deeply under
but instead with skill and grace
meant to bring a smile to my face
teasing, pleasing, touching my soul
as you assume total control
sending shockwaves running through
creating salacious sensations whatever you do
taking me higher and higher still
as you give me thrill after thrill
wooing me wickedly all the night
raptured in lover's delight.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Your hands move deftly down
sliding along my satin gown
never seeking to clumsily plunder
for treasure buried deeply under
but instead with skill and grace
meant to bring a smile to my face
teasing, pleasing, touching my soul
as you assume total control
sending shockwaves running through
creating salacious sensations whatever you do
taking me higher and higher still
as you give me thrill after thrill
wooing me wickedly all the night
raptured in lover's delight.
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