kitty the naughty poet

Please

I please...

that\'s my aim...

on bended knee

eyes beg and plead

for his tongue, his fingertips

devouring my skin

both chasing the illicit erotic dreams

pains pleasures overflow treasures

set by his hands mystery

 

he craves my tease with words of torture

as he encircles my breasts in rope

framing perfect nipples

gazing spotlight upon my flesh

braking away the brat

and leaving the kitten purring

explosive in explosions of pleasure

found in his lips, in his touch

in that pleasured look...