In my quiet times, you fill my mind
With pleasures untold and the magic of gold
Closing my eyes, I trace your form
As if I’m reading braille, no part unassailed
Lips and fingers dance, swirl and caress
Your quivers leading, my fingers romance
My body responds, my pleasure outlined
Each gentle rub, is the touch of your mind
So mindlessly lost in a world of my own
The stroking is harder, I let out a groan
You are coming upon me and swallowing me whole
You make me explode and it rocks my whole soul
I cling to the hope that you share this desire
As you dance with your fingers with orgasmic fire
