The Lap Dance of Luxury

His mouth on her shoulder,
a freckled canvas
arching each time
she rotates
to brush against
that sacred spot
that will open her throat
in a "fuck, yes!"

Her positioning
grants her the control
to pull forward
and push back
sheathing him in
the heightened frequencies
that only can be mastered
by riding a diversity of cocks.

She would never admit that to a lover,
but learning the curves of each protruding participant,
-a squirt of the memory
lubricating her before
the tip has even parted her.

A crucial step
in the seduction
before her grip
takes over.