Swaying Sensually

As Sinatra’s dulcet tones, fill the air,
Swaying to the beat, you unpin your hair,
With that mischievous smile, dance by yourself,
Watching as I slowly, undress myself,
Down to fishnet stockings and lacy string,
To words of the love song, you softly sing,
Swaying sensually, to the music pulse,
My reaching fingers, you gently repulse,
Gliding out of my grasp, with teasing smile,
Then start stripping, in an exotic style,
Eyes moistly glistening, with inner joy,
As you pretend to be, demure and coy,
Swaying to the rhythm, you move with ease,
Knowing all the moves, that will senses please.

Caressing yourself, through your soft silk blouse,
Rubbing fingers on buds, as they arouse,
Swaying sensually, slowly you undo,
Your buttons, till stomach comes into view,
And womanly curves, beneath sheer black lace,
Swaying sensually, to the rhythmic pace,
As blouse, slips from your delicate shoulders,
Swaying sensually, as our lust smoulders,
Next, with overstated movement of hips,
Your pleated skirt to the floor, slowly slips,
Sensually swaying, in sheer lingerie,
Heavenly delight, to view any day,
Slowly shuffling round, in your stockinged feet,
Your undulating buttocks, my next treat.

Flimsy lace garment, that drops to the ground,
As constricted breasts, at last are unbound,
Yet, teasingly still hidden from my sight,
Swaying sensually, within the dim light,
Fingers, cupping upon your soft bare mounds,
Gyrating, to sultry music that sounds,
Eyes, fixed upon mine as you make me wait,
As you move around, with that sensual gait,
Fingers that now grasp, upon scarlet peaks,
As they are both given, hardening tweaks,
Ere you present them, to my eager lips,
So I can savour, cherry flavoured tips,
As your fingers slide, into thin waistband,
Before wispy lace, on your feet does land.

Damp heat, I sense as you straddle my thigh,
Gazing down at me, with a lustful eye,
As my tongue swirls around, your pouting flesh,
In my hair, your grasping fingers enmesh,
Pushing my mouth more firmly, to your chest,
As I suck hard, upon sensitive breast,
Grinding taut flesh, lightly between my teeth,
As soft thumbs, caress gently underneath,
Rubbing yourself, upon my stockinged thigh,
Leaning backwards, with a soft plaintive sigh,
As attentions grow, a bit less tender,
Relishing feelings, that does engender,
You push me firmly backwards, on the bed,
Then position moist mound, above my head.