Warm, Wet, Satisfied

 
I like to see her in her bra,

Her curled hands up near her face.

With her eyes lightly closing,

Allowing my fingers to gently trace.



I like to run the back of my hand,

Circling her bare round breasts.

Feeling first the soft round fullness,

Then the red hardness at its crest.



I like to lie my face to her chest,

Kissing round the softness til it’s firm.

Waiting for her to skillfully slip,

Her hardness within my warm.



I like to feel her smooth legs,

Especially just after she’s bathed.

The warm and fragrant clean,

Of legs that were just shaved.



I like to touch the cotton,

Wrapped tightly around her waist.

My fingers trace her seam,

As it protrudes from beneath the lace.



I like to warm that seam,

With warm breath upon the cloth.

Coaxing the lips beneath to part,

Exchanging wetness back and forth.



I like to slip my fingers,

Behind the little white bow.

Inching further down the smoothness,

To learn where her secret wisps still grow.



I like not noticing exactly when,

She opened her legs so wide.

But being able now to walk my touch,

From her knees to just outside.



I like to see the darkness,

Beneath her butterfly wings.

My touch so easily welcomed,

Awaiting the passion that I bring.



I like to rest beside her.

My fingers retreating from inside.

Listening to her final deep breaths,

Warm, wet...satisfied