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Click hereCaress of sheer silk upon your naked body
Soft warm breeze blows through open window
Sounds of birds singing and children playing
Noise you are barely aware of as I stroke you
You whisper softly, words of sensual encouragement
In response my soft oily fingers pinch ever so gently
The lovely pink petals of your sweet scented flower
Sharp intake of breath at touch on a sensitive clit
Binding you with silk, you arch your back in lust
How easily you are aroused, I see it in your eyes
Proud nipples the colour of pink rosebuds bloom
Peek at me from firm, twin mounds of pleasure
Reaching for the delicacies with my moist tongue
My long hair falls upon your skin, a tickling touch
You twist and moan, wrists straining in silken tie
My breasts brush against yours as I nuzzle you
With curling tongue encircling your nipples
Slipping your nub into my mouth, blowing gently
Small sighs escape from your pouty pretty mouth
From nipple to nipple I savour and suckle
Small bucking of hips and pants escape your lips
I stop to your moan and protest, breasts thrust at me
Tracing small circles widening to larger sensuous strokes
I coax from your body by mere slow touch, a deep longing
Untying you my love, holding you close to me
Our play is enjoyable but I know you want more
I turn you towards me, face to face, kissing
Small nibbles and tracing of tongue upon lip
In the dresser mirror I enjoy our joint reflection
My hands upon your back, carressing your bottom
Cupping a buttock in my hand, I espy your brush
It's smooth handle and elegant flat plastic back
It is my turn to whisper in your ear my thoughts
Without words you stand up and hand me our new toy
Across my knee, a bare cute bottom, soft as can be
With brush in hand, I softly bring it down upon cheek
One stroke, two strokes, pink marks appear, three strokes
A whimper, I pause, waiting till there is begging for more
My hand strokes your tender skin, you wriggle a lot
Four strokes, five, six, I am titillated at each stroke
My excitement builds and I sense you are totally aroused
Tossing the brush away, onto the bed,we hungrily embrace,
Lost in one anothers body parts we indulge in sexual release
Different strokes for different folks; brush strokes for us