_____ by Sandra Brown

I'll greet you at the door with a chilled glass of Zinfandel,
Kiss you passionately on your lips,
Until you see stars and hear bells.
I called around town today for the perfect florist,
Just for us,
To spend the evening making love on rare rose petals.
I took the honor of sprinkling some in our awaiting hot rose scented bubble bath.
Looking forward to a moment of romance and a moment to laugh.
No this is not a fairy tale...
But it is fair to tell,
You that, it's time for your tongue bath.
Your smile fades and the overwhelming passion has set in on your face,
As I begin to enjoy the Zinfandel taste...
As I probe my tongue deep inside your mouth.
I'm more intoxicated by your love than the wine,
So I think it's time...
That we leave our bath where a warm bed awaits us.
Shhh, don't fuss,
Just follow me.
Me first please,
Because you know how much I like to tease.
A dab of wine on each nipple,
Then another drink will...
Release my uninhibited side.
As I open wide,
And begin the show.
You know...
Just like you like it,
With all of that freaky shit.
The flickering candle light,
Makes it just right.
It illuminates my naked body as though it's on a showcase.
I'm serving it up, you ready for a taste?
Afterwards I'll give you that tongue bath that I promised you,
Licking in places foreign and new.
Starting at your fore head, ending at your big toe.
Licking you front and back, like in a freak show.
Don't you know, don't you know!
Ooh baby, this is even too freaky for me.
And for the fly on the wall...what a place to be.
Now the hot liquid escapes us simultaneously.

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