Lace

Dressed in lace
And little less,
 
On hands and knees
She softly slinks,
 
Nuzzles up
Against my chest,
 
And, suggestively, purrs
My tempting minx
 
~
 
I tangle a hand
In her scant cover,
 
And as a skipping-stone lake
Her gentle laugh ripples,
 
She rises somewhat
To let her breast hover
An inch from the lips
Of her ravenous lover,
 
And whispers excitedly:
‘Bite my nipples’