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...