The white cotton hides
The gifts that need to be touched
The slow lift unveils.
Ahh those gorgeous curves
Hips to die for, the pale skin
Her scent rising up.
Head down, arms outstretched
Bottom up and thighs parted
Wetness clear to see.
Caress and a squeeze
My thumb slides up and down there
A moan fills the air.
Goosebumps in the breeze
Juices spread around her lips
One finger and thumb.
Thumb circles, finger
Slips in deep and true, the second
Teases and probes too.
Pressure and rhythm
Hit the spot, dexterity
Commands ever more.
Squeezing and bucking
Moaning, grasping and shaking
Closer and closer.
Here it comes, don’t stop
Wet sounds and scent come in waves
Yes, Yes, oh fuck yes.
My thumb does not stop
Nor does finger one or two
Taking you over.
The intense pleasure
Explodes deep, moans and whimpers
Signify its time.
You give yourself to
Everything and let it go
Completely there and then.
Collapsing, panting
The breeze cools and calms your heat
Hands and lips join in.
Stillness surrounds you
Just the beat of your heart gives
A clue to your bliss.
