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 itís 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, youíre 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 Iím on this other side of our place, we can be has one, just close your eyes and think of us, the magicís just begun