by Miss ChrisDon’t make me beg out loud
My eyes are already pleading with you
Just a kiss that seems to last a lifetime
Our tongues intertwine like music from a 5 piece band
Stealing your breath so I can catch mine
Soft bodies molding into one another
Hands caressing shoulders, backs, asses and thighs
Fever building, burning from within
Thin films of perspiration on my forehead and small of my back
Clothes tumbling, tearing, just falling away
Leaving me raw and exposed but admired by you
Mouths on nipples tasting, teasing and tormenting me to tremors
Fingers playing, pulsating, prying my pussy open
Juices flowing freely, fast and frequently down your fingers
Like music notes my body is building towards a crescendo
Your fingers are the conductors’ baton, commanding me to play
A furious flurry of complicated notes for my solo
Pushing me to awe my sole listener
I find my notes soaring higher and higher till a lone note wafts thru the air
Like a divas aria it brings forth a final wave of tears and tremors
And during my standing ovation I take my final bow
And collapse into your arms.
