Wishful poem

Wishful poem

In just a White shirt and stocking tops you're sitting on the chair, in my dreams I'm kneeling in front of you, I can't believe I'm there

I hesitate to touch you, I try to take in this wonderous sight, I'm in front of a Goddess, my dream girls here tonight

I slowly reach for the shirt, its showing all your pretty shapes, you look so very sexy, I stare at the way the cotton drapes

I undo the highest button, it reveals your flawless skin, I'm desperate to remove this shirt, to see your treasures hid within

Each button shows a little more, your cleavage is soon on show, I take the time to look at it, then on I slowly go

It starts to fall open revealing your body to my eyes, I see you slip out a little smile, when you heard my delighted sighs

Soon it was open I've never wanted a thing so much, my eyes took in all of you, I was hungry for a touch

I looked up you nodded, I put my trembling hand upon your skin, desire washed all over me, my body ached for sin

I put my hands upon your high top covered knees, I pushed the open wide, pantieless I could see, your wetness glistening deep inside

You laid back and gave me room, I put my mouth around your mound, I slowly kissed your pretty Rose, you could here a sipping sound

I began to lap at you, I parted your Roses petals with my thumbs, I wanted to please my Goddess I wanted to make you cum

I felt your hands on my head, you raised up to give be more, I ate from a Goddess that night, whilst kneeling on your floor

Your nectar flowed freely, you began to grind my face, we kept perfect symmetry, no matter how we changed the pace

I felt your inner thighs begin to tense, you were nearly there, you let go of my head, then you gripped onto the chair

I sucked hard on your Rose bud, with a sigh you cum and soaked me with your juice, I licked up every drop if the nectar you had just let loose

You pulled me up and we hugged, then we shared the longest kiss, the ending to a perfect night, well that would be my wish
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Instead it's time to turn off my light, go to sleep all on my own, another wishful poem, left written on this poets phone

Ron