Limousine Dream

Stretched black

As a cat I purr in the back
I prey beyond ebony glass
Craving the caress of maleness

Find me a mate! Sir Burton

Find one as deep as the ocean
Hung as the tales you weave
for a Thousand nights and a Night
this eventide

Someone unafraid
of my magic carpet rides
I burn for the art of pleasure

Oh, he is indeed splendid!
I would love very much
to wrap my claws
around his perfect leather fit

Open the door
Let him come into me
Let me question for a moment
his thoughts

Would you like to glide
this ride of Scheherazade
and find yourself moaning
for more of my craft?

I desire petting, long strokes
millions of kisses
Your tongue
Your best
Especially that bulge
unzipped and lashing
in the whip of cream, my milk

Lapping
with the lust of forty thieves

I see that you are pleased
Very, very good then
I shall call you Antoine
my scholar, my teacher
my magicien du plaisir

Free yourself my treasure
As I pour for you a drink
The night is now arousing
youthful in brow

Let the lights
streak
into the skyline! Sir Burton

I want to Sin so badly
my skin is glistening

Yes, my legs are very long
May I sail them across your midst?

Let me mix for you the potion
Watch the tips smooth
into the sienna burn
against the paleness of my skin
Bergamot to taste

Sip, darling sip
There are many miles tonight
My desires are very ancient
You must be very alert
to them all

And just so you know
my leathered fantasy

I’m not Miss Daisy
but you may wet for me
my dream