HER FULLNESS IN MY PALM

While she slept, nightie clad, so calm
I cupped her fulness in my palm,
moulded my hand around her breast
while pressing her back to my chest.
With content moan I felt her stir.
I whispered, in the ear of her,
'Why do you keep these hid by day,
when you could bring them out to play?
I enjoy their womanly feel;
what if I made of them a meal?"
Her nipples by then were sprouting;
she turned round, gave them an outing -
thrust off her shoulders her nightie.
drew her chest into my sightie.
I planted kisses all around
each nipple as I heard the sound
of her responding to my spell
with satisfied breaths. I could tell
her body had started stirring;
she writhed with a contented purring.
could smell her pussy start wetting,
tempting me to start hand-petting
as she invited 'Put it here!'
A handful of haired labia,
slippery with lubrication
of her inner glands' formation.