My words

My words

Each line is written to excite, they're filled with kink and lust, stanzas sent to get you wet, to please you is a must

Scenes written from my dreams, formed whilst I'm in my bed, scenarios of me and you, play out in my head

My hands running wild across your skin, fingers tracing every curve, tantalising and teasing you, I try to ignite your every sexual nerve

Kissing up your inner thigh, your flower is all I need, I'm hungry for your pussy, in your pinkness I need to feed

Thumbs spread your petals, my tongue searches deep inside, each time I probed your pussy, I loved it when you sighed

I hope when you read my lines your hands know just where to go, do you rush to please yourself or do you take it slow

I wonder how you build up the excitement, do you rush right to pleasures edge, or is there no rush to please yourself do you hover on the edge

I hope my words turn you on, I feel so very proud to be the one, who inspires you to touch yourself, I want to make your pussy cum

Ron