There upon the stage you are
Singer, songwriter – quite a star
Watching as you sway your hips
Yes, I think of THOSE sweet lips
A glance exchanged between we two
Tells me that we’ll soon screw!
A tingle starts between my legs
An area for which attention begs
Your set seems to take forever
As I wait for our endeavor
Then at last you leave the stage
Now my desire is quite a rage
To your dressing room I fly
Knowing that pleasure is soon nigh
Quickly locking the thin door
I tackle you onto the floor
Pulling off your jeans and then
Your panties, too, oh so thin
Now between your luscious thighs
I begin to take my prize
First with fingers, then with lips
Inside the sweetness between your hips
Dipping deep in hot, wet folds
Tasting nectar, such pleasure holds
Curling fingers to caress within
Suckling clit – again and again
Till at last I feel you tense
Knowing your release will be intense
Then tremors shake your lovely frame
I feel them in me, just the same
At last, spent upon the floor
We hold, embrace…. till time for more!
