Unusual Girl

 Who said you aren’t beautiful
Unusual girl
The object of my curiosity
With your weird glasses
In a class of your own
The unusual temptress
Who loves like a tempest
Catch me in your storm
A furious blizzard of passion
Causing an upheaval in my soul
New warmth in a place
That was once so cold
Who said you aren’t beautiful
Unusual girl
Living in your unusual world
Spied through film
And a handheld projector
Of this world you are its protector
So serene with your work
You I wish not to disturb
But I can’t keep my hands to myself
Your skin I caress
Then nestle your neck
And you know what’s next
We begin to twist like pretzels
And enter positions
Of dominance and submission
Your long locks
Remind me of the ties
Used to restrain your wrist
Then I close the blinds on your glasses
And we begin to kiss
I begin to tease with this feather
I start at your knees then glide
Up your thighs and pause at your clit
To give a few generous licks
Then with my tickler
I engage your tits
Circling your areola and tingling
Your nips while you
Squirm beneath me
Fighting to be released .