Firm hands

steady

anxious hips

with

moist lips

awaiting

quivering kisses

Press

your face

against

my lace

and let

my body sing

Precision

with

little hesitation

sets

the disposition

Insatiable craving

yet

slightly moistened

anticipating

powerful rumbling

Passion rips

through

her quietness,

allowing

soft purrs

to escape

moist lips

Press

your face

against

my lace,

crave the

sweet taste

of my nectar

Bury

your head

deeper

release

my inhibitions

Nibble

on the wrapper

that covers

my saccharinity,

relish

my sap

as it seeps forth

Unwrap

my sweetness,

unveil the light

fuzz of

my

ripened fruit

And let me

sip

just from

the tip…