Doctor of Womanly Magic

Doctor of Womanly Magic

    I feel the zing of electric charge pulse through my leg. I put myself in her hands. She is a doctor of softness.
    I sit on the patient bed awaiting her entry. She walks in with a jade sparkle in her eyes. She is a vision of raven haired Mayan exotica.
    She instructs me to undress to my briefs and put a ring of plastic skirt around my waist. She swishes out of the room. Within moments she opens the door and approaches me with a flirty smile.
    She asks me where the sparks fly? I withhold my secret answer that she is the source of my current. She stands huddled close to me. She runs her fingernail up and down my leg. All the while she beams feminine energy with her coquettish grin.
    With swift daring she plunges her hand under my skirt to touch my hip. With a giggle she asks if I feel it there. The soft fire of her fingertip on my skin sends paths of pleasure through my body. The lick of her fingertips melts my erogenous zones into golden heat.
    She has me dress and lie on the table. She lifts my shirt to expose me while speaking with flowery flow. Her fingers do the walking. She probes the lower regions of my tender abs. She leaves me floating in her aura. I am a leaf, brushed by her in a lotus pond, who is nearer to heaven.