DRIPPING IN PARIS

You dressed in your Berluti suit, Dolce & Gabbana turtleneck, and Christian Louboutin shoes
I am dressed in Tom Ford’s black mini dress with black thigh high boots
You take me to your private yacht for a romantic dinner for two
Steak, loaded bake potato, asparagus and Crown Royal for you
Salmon with lemon oil, creamy mash potatoes, broccolini and a nice Pinot Noir for me
As we toured under the Paris sky along the River Seine
After dinner, we strolled the deck to watch the sunset behind the Eiffel Tower
While 70s Old School R&B played in the background
You twirled me into your arms as we begin to
Dance the night away
Lost in the magic of the scenery and the words of the song
As we danced our clothes
Into a pile on the floor
We forgot about being exposed
While you gently bent me over the rail
And you set down upon your knees,
To have full access to my
Deep sea
Using your tongue to catch your treasure
Which is inside of me
While I swayed my body with the waves
Up under the dimming sunlight
You kept up your explorations for your treasure trove
Face in my ass and
Hand on your cock
Massaging our love as our
Dew began to drip
You remove your face and stood with pride
Inserting your dick into my ocean
Until you reached my oceans floor
You held on to my breast
While your tongue found the nape of my neck
You picked up the paced
As your dick made music with my ass
And our moans in unison made up the
Words of the song
As the couples walking along the rivers trail stopped and
Watched our concert of
Love making
Their cheers grew
Louder
And
Louder
As our bodies started shaking and
Our song came to an
End
 We bowed to our
Audience
As the artist
Held up a finished portrait
Of the two of us in our
Purest form
Which he named the painting
DRIPPING
IN
PARIS