Carnal Clairvoyant.

Midlife, divorced, travelled abroad,
Past village, home and farm,  
When in a village, aimless, bored,  
Saw a sign with old world charm.    
A half ounce of gold, the sign declared,  
A princely sum indeed,  
For which your fortune would be shared,    
And satisfaction guaranteed.  
   
I threw caution to the wind,  
And so entered the gloomy store,  
The shop was so dark within,  
I could barely see at all.  
In the dim light I could just discern,  
Red lips, dark lustrous hair,  
Sultry plump feminine curves,  
A beauty, mature and fair.    
   
Her old world presence held me bound,    
I was blissfully enthralled,    
While upon a table small and round,  
Was a single crystal ball,  
I parted with my hard earned bread,  
Then waited, quiet, still,  
Thanks for the gold, the clairvoyant said,  
“Now ask me what you will”.  
   
“Will I find love again”, I asked,  
“Eventually”, she replied,  
“But first an adventure comes to pass,  
“Of a spirited and lusty kind”.  
There was a waxy white hard stick,  
That as she spoke she handled,  
It stood there proudly tall and thick,  
A large old fashioned candle,  
   
“I see that you will soon meet,  
A woman, just your type,  
Seductive, charming, saucy, sweet,  
And as buxom as you like”.  
Casually she caressed it,  
The full length of candlestick,  
Her sensual sultry fingertips,  
Stroked from base to wick,  
   
“She’ll stroke your ego nicely,  
She’ll have you in a trance,  
You’ll commit to her completely,    
It’s all a salacious dance”.  
The clairvoyant’s hand slid right down,  
Settled about the base,  
She admired its girth, thick and round,  
The dimensions to her taste.    
   
“I see her charm you, with a smile,  
Invite you for a drink,  
Seduce with feminine wiles,  
Enchant you with a wink”.  
The clairvoyant stroked the candlestick,  
Alluring cleavage, ample and outthrust,  
Seductively she licked her lips,  
And gazed at it with lust.    
   
“I see full pouty ruby lips,  
And a dark thick mane of hair,  
She has wide lusty hips,  
And skin that’s tanned but fair”.  
I felt a stirring down below,  
A swelling, hard and thick,  
In my pants began to grow,  
My own hard candlestick,  
   
“Her wicked humour is divine,  
Paradoxical as well,  
Crude, classy, rude, refined,  
And flirty as all hell”.  
As the clairvoyant continued on,  
The old candlestick was teased,  
Salacious strokes, smooth and long,  
I burned with lusty jealousy.  
   
“She’ll act out any fantasy,  
Your every dark desire,  
Make you squirm in ecstasy,    
Quench your lusty fire”.  
With two hands on the candlestick,  
She stroked, caressed and squeezed,  
Meanwhile my hardness swollen, thick,    
Strained, desperate for release.  
   
“Her wicked wiles are so bold,  
She’ll cut right to the chase,  
Skip the small talk and behold,  
You’re over at her place”.    
The clairvoyant spoke with lewd emotion,  
While she untied her gaudy dress,  
Released the lovely pendulous motion,  
Of two enormous breasts.  
   
“She likes to taunt and tease,  
Hint at what she’ll do to you,  
Show you how she likes to please,  
And have you coming too”.  
The clairvoyant admired the candlestick,  
Coyly bit her lower lip,  
Then toyed with the waxy stick,  
Between her lovely massive tits.  
   
“Your clothes she’ll soon remove,  
And hers she will as well,  
Your manhood never grown so huge,  
So massively will it swell”.  
The clairvoyant continued unabated,  
Her story, without pause,  
Oblivious, somehow naked,  
Her clothes strewn on the floor.    
   
“You’ll hunger to plunge right in,  
Long for her sweet perfume,  
Lust after curves, built for sin,  
As she glides about the room”.  
The clairvoyant then reclined a bit,  
Her soft plump thighs spread wide,  
Luckily the candle was unlit,  
As she eased it deep inside.    
   
"I see her admire your erection,  
Length pleasing, girth hard and thick,  
She strokes it to perfection,  
Then deep throats your candlestick,  
With one hand on the candlestick,  
The other squeezed her breast,  
The candle becoming shiny, slick,  
As she drilled her wet love nest.  
   
“I see her pleasure every inch of you,  
Caress and lick and tease,  
She knows what you desire too,  
She knows exactly how to please”.  
The clairvoyant aroused and breathless,  
As the fat candle drilled her quim,  
So aroused, she's helpless,  
She came, sweet spasming.  
   
“I see her push you to the floor,  
And ride you like a steed,  
Until you can take no more,  
And fill her with your seed”.  
Now, by witchcraft or sleight of hand,  
I could not really pick,  
Somehow the clairvoyant’s hand,  
Was upon my  candlestick.  
   
Her stroke was sensual smooth,  
Such pleasure in a pinch,  
And whilst I seemed already huge,  
I grew another  inch,  
Then I sensed the clairvoyant’s lips,  
Upon my candlestick,  
Wet luscious silky slips,  
Quenched from base to tip,  
   
Finally she climbed upon me,  
Breasts pressed in soft embrace,  
Her quim, wet slippery ecstasy,    
As her movements gathered pace.  
She bounced upon my candlestick,  
Moaning as she did,  
Her quim felt delicious, soft and slick,  
As in and out I slid,  
   
What happened next I can’t describe,  
A lusty blur of motion,
All that she had shared, implied,  
Executed with lewd devotion,  
Whilst the old fashioned candlestick,  
Upon a shelf, I spied,  
Mysteriously, it was now lit,  
And I was more than satisfied.