Roses

Roses are red,
your dress is too.
I love your long legs
in those spiked-heeled shoes.

The seams of your stockings,
the perfume that you wear.
The hungry look in your eyes
tells me S-E-X is in the air.

A stocking lover am I,
french heel, back seams & more.
As my hands caress your thigh,
you breathlessly tell me ‘Yes, more!’

Massaging your calves,
I follow the seams.
I kiss the back of your legs,
lingering at the knees.

As I near the top,
I try to slow my haste.
When to my complete delight,
I find pantyhose - sheer to waist!

A clever trick was that.
Putting seams on `hose.
Such an erotic site, that
my love quickly grows.

You know I can’t resist.
Hence your chuckle & sneer.
A beautiful, round butt
encased in nylon so sheer.

I caress and I kiss.
I lick and I love.
You revel in your bliss,
Was I sent from above?

Hand on thigh, face to cheek.
My tongue snakes out, tasting you sweet.
Your pulse is pounding, your breathing is deep.
The fever is boiling, your knees get weak!

You want me closer, now.
With nothing in the way.
So the damp panty crotch,
I eagerly rip away!

You turn around, and I stop and stare.
Why, it’s a bald little pussy, not even a hair!
Moist with your excitement, wet from my tongue.
Your lips are so full, your juices start to run.

Around in a circle,
I slowly begin.
Closer, getting ever closer
to the center of your sin.

Like a small grape,
I suck on your nub.
Like a french kiss,
I lick your velvet glove.

You climb to the precipice.
Your climax is near.
But I make you wait.
‘O, no, my dear!’

For you’ve teased me all night
Now I can tease you.
Turn about is fair play,
so you’ll have to wait for part 2!