Like a shame old lady, your body caves with every touch,

Legs shaking, eyes rolling, but I haven't even done much.

The evidence of your lust has completely flooded your thighs,

And at  this point, I really don't care, if the neighbors hear your cries.

Your moans and groans orchestrated in a never-ending symphony,

Introducing my kinks to yours, arresting your body, charged with scrutiny.

Your body starts quivering, as you seek to find the facts,

Ignoring all your questions, as I lather your body in wax.

Drip by drip you seem to get the idea,

Then spanking you with a bang, bringing pleasure to onomatopoeia.

The candle lit green, and you did as you were told,

The pied piper playing, as I quickly switch from hot to cold.

The chills from my fingertips, all over your body that you felt,

Sending chills down your spine, trickling down as they melt.

Vanilla and cinnamon, pervaded and perfumed our proximity,

Sprinkled with lavender, mesmerizingly adding fervor to our vicinity.

The voice of the harp whispered in the background,

Then joined by the xylophone, making a melodious sound.

You twirl and swirl as I send your mind in wonder,

What's gonna happen next, the questions your body starts to ponder…



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  1. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 11:37 PM

    I enjoyed reading this.. and at this point I’m begging for more😌

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