Itching

She was hot
Upon my silken skin your kisses rained a lot
She was wet
Easing inside the abyss of my cove, you loving make him melt
Eager for her
Breath to breath as your thrusting stir makes my kitty cat purr
Lover to her
A poet inscribing among my heart, a gentleman, a sir
Pussy to get
An Angel coveting the pleasure of your heart and Heavenly sent

This is simply awesome my poet...I  totally love it.. oh I little RPM boost...wink

I enjoy that you like so totally.  Excellent reply - additions by the way.   many thanks, Robert.

Hum... I will call my PR and set something up Mr. Director...we will do lunch...please enjoy your evening as well my poet … and taste the rainbow🌈

Excellent.  Lunch sounds like an excellent idea..............Kisses, Robert.

And a soft kisses returned all over, do enjoy my Director Poet

Hum................soft kisses.  The most pleasant kind, my dear.........

Yes... the ones dreams are made of, once awaken.. you touch your lips in remembrance of the softest lingering sensation... 😘

And your lover's lips get to your most sensitive zones.........behind the ear?....Lower?   Much lower?

I love a man who knows his way around those erroneous zones.. the side of my neck.. making love to my skin...with his minty hot breath.. then dragging the tip of his tongue to the back of my ear... sighing...💋

....getting wetter by the minute at a spot where your desires will concentrate, where you will wish for tongue to set..............