Her Master

Gentle waves crash upon the sand,
Where you and I lay hand in hand.

You touch ever so softly fingertips becoming paint brushes, turning my lips to roses.

Your lips becoming a pen, carefully tracing my lustful features into existence.

Your tongue molding my nipples into peaks, standing at attention.

My fingertips becoming knives carving claw marks down your back.

My lips become fountains as rivers flow through my body.

Becoming a kitten purring with excitement,claws clinging to you as if they were needles puncturing your skin.

Your fingertips grabbing my most lush of curves,lifting my hips closer to your throbbing tongue.

My lips quiver as my legs begin to vibrate with the pressure,grinding your tongue.

Your fingers strum my tongue as you part my lips more.

My mouth forming the shape of an 'O' as you plunge into my rivers for a drink to cure the thirstiest of thirsts.

I escape into a place somewhere between fantasy and oblivion,sending my mind on a trip beyond extacy's gates.

My breath catches in my chest as my body succumbs to it's master.
Lightning strikes my lips and burns the depths of my soul as you become the keeper locking me in your cages,a willing prisoner to his burning pleasure.