String of Desire

fingers taunt
at the edges of desire
spreading fluent thoughts
across wanting skin

quivering at every touch
it steams a begging scent
Its cries pouring
deep intimate fragrance

hovering breath
kisses folds on fire
pulsating to be opened
for this masked sire

trailing fire glides
up thighs that open wider
deep breaths are taken
as fingers brush the fire

tongue drips to taste
pussy engorged to savor
with lips pressed
they inhale the flavor

sheets crushed
under hands of pleading
pulled tightly
for the want of touching

tongue envelopes
transcending pulses deep
hips rotate exposing
who controls the sheep

with my strings now tied
her desires I now hold
get dressed and leave slut
do as you are told

as my sinful grin appears
I had one more thing left to say
You will only see me in your dreams
until I call upon you someday