The Bathing Table

I have turned off the house phone
Turned off the cell, the pager, and the two way
Anyone trying to reach me will have to wait
Because
Tonight I get to taste temptation
Forget I have CP
Revel in the fact that real women have curves
And ignore all stressful situations
Tonight I get to take delight in you
Unleash all the feelings good girls are taught to deny
Drown in the most exquisite sin
Double dip my spoon in the pleasure of you
Over and over again
Baby, tonight you’ll discover what my bathing table is really for
Because I know you don’t believe someone
With my beautiful brown skin needs to sunbathe
But first we will sit down to a home cooked meal
Lasagna stuffed with cheese and more
The gleam in your eyes is telling me
I have your attention
“Don’t move a muscle…”
I whisper in your ear as you take your seat
Knowing you’ll follow instructions
I pull my chair closer, pick up your fork and guide it to your mouth
Watching as you wrap your lips around it to savour each bite
This excites me
Jolts of electricity shoot up my spine hot liquid slides down my thighs
The gleam returns but I’m determined to do this right
As I feed you the last morsel I marvel at your self-control
I know you feel my cat weeping
Wanting the friction sparking lust creates
A student of delayed gratification you stop me from rocking into oblivion

II.

Finding your voice you ask
“Have you forgotten you lost the bet?”
I slide off your lap instantly missing your heat
Walking across sun warmed tiles to the table
I turn to face you with a mixture
Of longing, lust and love in my eyes

I remove your socks and shoes
Then slowly begin to wash your feet
Eucalyptus and Sandalwood rise in the air
You careful control starts to slip
You begin to fidget
As I wash each toe with meticulous care
The cotton washcloth licks every crevice
Only when you start to moan
Do I instruct you to remove your clothes
And lie on your stomach
I have never told you this before but your shoulders
They make me imagine things
As I caress them with the cloth
I can’t help thinking how fabric molds itself to your frame
For a second I am jealous of your wardrobe
The shirts that get to rest on your shoulders
The jeans that encase your legs
Cupping and protecting the most fascinating part of you
Water slides down your spine and I follow with kisses
Light, gentle ones designed to drive you insane
Time stops as I sample sensations
Too rich and exquisite to be given a name
Heat curls around me from the inside out
Lust claws at me begging release
Thick and full you rise
Together we taste the milky way forever side by side

By Koollava