Warmed by TouchesbySweetOblivion©
'Your lovely legs are warm to touch';
Your calves respond, as do your hips;
And then that compliment just slips,
As does a hand beneath your dress;
And, there, it strokes; fondled with such
Possessive fingers, you can stress,
With every breath, how much you like
The way no intimacy's spared
To make you want added delight
At each caress that you have shared.
The hand's not idle all the while,
As fingers trace all those soft places;
Your eyes light up; and your warm smile
Broadens, as your damp oasis
Yields to fingers that remove
Your panties from the moistened groove.
Your skirt is raised, your legs are spread
Your inner thighs need every kiss
That should be planted; it's remiss
To desert them, when you've firmed up
Your confidence and you are wed
To further touches - every one
A pleasure that will gratify
Your instincts - so relax and come,
Moaning surrender with a sigh.
You yield and then you close your eyes
As stillness slowly overtakes
Your form; and languor in the guise
Of passivity intimates
More love making - your heart beat begs:
Warmed by touches to lovely legs.