Flight with an Angel

We soar through the air as you touch me
your soft hand caresses my breast
with your fingertips you pinch my nipple
as you fondle me with such zest

Your other hand slides down my tummy
then your fingers play between my legs
rubbing and pulling and pushing and flicking
it feels so good, that for more, I do beg

This flight we are on seems endless
like the supply of orgasms you provide
the pleasure you give is unmeasureable
even subspace can't compare to this ride