He is in that state of mind. He looks at my body as his most gracious host. I am where he pens his best writing. Adoring looks and teasing eyes gladly offer him the best of accommodations to craft his skill.
Upon my lips, he gathers his thoughts as he strings the prettiest of words together. Traveling and tracing, he finds the most fitting of verbs and nouns to conjure the perfect story.
He slides himself inside. Searching for discoveries to write about. He lusts for more words, just one more analogy, a possible twist.
You lead me into your corner office closing the door behind With just a wink I drop to my knees Adjust myself on the floor to get comfortable Then a long slow zip of your Armani pants I coax you out Welding sloppy oral magic my most devilish plan - to make your wife run to the dry cleaners