Lotion

Lotion

As I lay back and watch you undress...
My desire grows strong, under my caress...
A light coat of lotion...
My hands move in slow motion...

Down come the stockings one at a time...
Traversing your thighs smooth and sublime...
You steal a glance, and look my way...
Mock disapproval at my self play...

Yet you do see it, between my thighs...
Throbbing, erect, it holds your eyes...
Glistening lotion upon my skin...
Stroking my member, you want it within...

Come to me lover and sit astride...
Settle on top, for a wicked ride...
Or would you rather I let it go...
Stroking for pleasure, your own private show...


Phoebus
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