Ivory Mind Fuck

          
There's sheer persuasion in her ivory flesh. His thoughts and body imprisoned. Sultry eyes the color of the sky.  His every desire dangles in his face, like candy to a kid. She's embedded, imprinted and etched within him. Such a wicked little mind fuck.

                      
The fragrance of her skin and that of her need. The flavor of her lips and the taste of her tongue. The warmth of her breath as it tickles and chills. The flames that she sets then fuels with her touch. The settling of their lips and lashing of tongues. She drinks him down as his fingers fist in her hair. Cascades of tender kisses from her head to her toes. Beneath his teeth, sweet satin flesh; leaving his mark, she'll wear his claim.                
            
A hardened jewel in the palm of his hand and lapped by his tongue. A dripping discovery of his very own.  Nectar like honey coating his mouth. Glistening on his finger as he gives her a sweet little taste. She's a divine territory of his very own. From the sweet to debauched, are the game's that they play.          
                    
He parts her warm pink divide and he sinks in deep. She holds onto him in a tight visceral grip. His fingers clench and dig in as he holds her tight. A subtle little contrast,his hand print to her heart shaped rear. A litany of tremors as she melts all around him. Pulling him deeper to coax his creamy white seed. Finding a place that he never wants to leave .              
            
She was his, all his, such a wicked little        
mind fuck. Always did she wish him to realize he was a mind fuck of her very own. The special one; lusting after that damn ivory persuasion.