The Encounter

The Encounter





Your fingers dance along my skin
Kneading and caressing sensually
Sliding and gliding like never before
Building a symphony cresting so high

I'm that little deer, hunted and caught
In the most delicious of ways
Snared in a trap of passionate bliss
Surrendering, as you gobble me whole

Your predatory swagger, as you pounce
Your hunger stirred by my scent
Yes, Baby, eat me up
Taste and lick every little crevice
I'm transfixed as you conquer
Leaving little doubt you enjoy the meal

And when you've fed that primal need
Your fingers guided to your mouth
Drenched digits slowly sucked clean
Savoring, and salivating
Ready for dessert

By nutbuster