Indecency at its best.

Running your fingers all over my breasts,
leaving my heartbeat to pound on my chest,
leaving me feeling completely caressed,
giving my life a profound, new-found zest.
 
 
Skilfully slipping down south to molest;
You’re vulgar! Indecent! But I’ll not protest.
Awaiting your crudeness at its vey best -
The tap of your finger; a most welcomed guest!
 
 
Tearing & ripping away at what’s left;
it’s the only way now; I know we’ve digressed.
But I do not care! I want you undressed!
It’s time now; we’re ready. This needs to progress.
 
 
Embracing and loving, careful and deft,
rubbing and fucking, like a couple possessed.
Changing positions; I confess I’m impressed.
It seems now it’s over; we’ve made quite a mess!