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,