Making love with words

 

MAKING LOVE WITH WORDS


Your phone pings from Milton Keynes, it is your broken man, he wants to make you feel turned on , like no other can.


He tells you to get comfy, he has for you a tale, of a Goddess and a cripple who is only half a male.


He says he wants to pull you close, to wrap you in his arms, to whisper loving words to you, to share with you his charms


He want to spoon up behind you, and kiss your neck so slow, wrapping his arms around, as off to heaven you both go


His hands run across your skin, like a stone skimming on a pond, gently touch at certain points, on it’s way to passion and beyond


Cupping your breast with his hands, with thumb, your nipples brush, you let out a small moan of contentment, it breaks the silent hush.


You turn so you can face him, you’re laying eye to eye, his hands go past your stomach and glides across your thigh


You move so he can touch you, in your moistene place, you part your legs just slightly, whilst still looking at his face


He hands find your loving Rose, its petals soft to touch, his fingers part them gently, he wants you feel so much


Stroking your bud so gently, he feels her start to bloom, blossoming into a fullness, he wants to pluck her soon


You climb up his body, like a growing trailing vine, you put your Rose too his mouth, he tastes the sweetest wine.


His tongue runs round your pretty Rose, until you want to cum, he speeds up, you lose control, his hands are on your bum


You have let your juices flow, your flower needs no more, he is back crippled in his bed, he wants you that's for sure


But for just a while, with gentle words you and I made love, a gift sent down my mobile phone, a gift from up above


So when I’m on this other side of our place, we can be has one, just close your eyes and think of us, the magic’s just begun


Ron