Fulfillment

Pretending to be your call-girl one night,
strutting my stuff,looking just right.
At your front door in my spike heeled boots,
anxious to see if the outfit suits.

Taking time,as if not to tear paper,
you lift my skirt,and then say "wait here".
Turning on the lights of the christmas tree,
you begin to unwrap the package that is me.

Pushing me towards the window,into the chair,
the cars driving by catch a hell of a stare.
You part my legs wide with your knees,
as i arch my back with a need to please.

Tracing the edges of my panties with your nose,
savoring the fragrance,your eyes gently closed.
You caress the petals with your chin,
as my mouth forms a sensuous grin.

I sigh as you lick with leisure,my melting cone,
tasting your favorite flavor,all my own.
You are before me on your knees,
nibbling my passion flower,as you tease.

Not content with this petting for long,
you incite a need,the urge so strong.
And like a kitty in heat,i cant help but purr,
as you spread my lips and drench my fur.

Using my fingers i start the flow,
your eyes never leaving my erotic show.
To your mouth,i offer up a taste,
like sweet ambrosia,you will not waste.

Whispering "tell me what you need",
no more time for play i plead,
" I will do anything you ask ",
submitting to your hunger is my only task.
For my fantasy,is truly to be,
the one who fulfills all of your fantasies.