The Magician

"The Magician" by Gal E Cohen

She served herself to him on a silver platter
To find five magic wands running all over her
“You can poke me, cut me, bite me, kiss me, love me!”
She gasped asking for more sensations
“You shall do as you wish…”

It was the delicacy in his skin
That caused her an endless grin
Never wanted to abandon that bed
Feeling surrounded but safe
Grabbing pulling all in reach with body widely exposed
They shared a connection of all the good in the world