May I have the pleasure?

 
May I have the pleasure of pleasuring you?
Can I touch your smooth skin, bringing a cover of chills?
Will you allow me to explore every inch, every crevice, every curve of your shape?
Can I kiss your lips, taste your sweet mouth, breathe your perfume, caress your neck, suckle your breast, bite those stiff nipples?

May I smell the scent of your flower? Can I lick the dew from its silky petals?
Can I spread those pouty lips and lick your pulsating clitoris?
Will you let me get you off? Will you scream my name as nectar floods my tongue, fingers probing the luxurious depth of your honey soaked pussy?

Will you spread for me, yielding access to your dripping gash?
Can I plunge my shaft deep enough to feel your walls contract as your orgasm nears? Do you feel my weight as I slam recklessly into your hot box, balls slapping your ass with each powerful thrust? Do you feel the rumble of our mutual orgasm cumming from deep within us?

Can we breathe deep as waves of passion flow between us; genitals dripping with our mixed cocktail of love's potion?
Will you relax in my arms as we slowly drift back to reality?
Can we find the time for a repeat performance?

May I have the pleasure of pleasuring you again?