Ripe Peach

I crave the thrill of spanking you today,
Not for mischief, but for your gentle way,
I want to pull you over my knee,
"Spank me, touch me, use me," as you confess.

I lift the sundress I chose with care,
To expose your bare ass for my stare,
to redden and sting, with love’s infuse,
Swats of desire, lust, and pleasure, in fuse.

With each rhythmic spank, the heat does rise,
I pause to feel the warmth, your fiery guise,
Your ragged breath reveals a hidden plea,
Flossing thoughts while arousing you with glee.

The spanking continues, a passionate play,
From gentle slaps to firm claps, the fray,
My fingers probe, finding warmth so right.
Not to massage, but to explore your tight,

I taste your pleasure, savoring each thrill,
As you climax, my tongue dances with skill,
Relishing your essence, each moan and gasp,
Your sweet release, I eagerly grasp.