The Giving

Come Boy.

Meander your lazy way across my skin, traveling over the smooth terrain of silk over sinew.

Journey over the rise and fall of my breaths and experience the softness of my breasts with their turgid peaks.

Explore the delta of my thighs, the curls misty in a triangle of heat.

Detour down to my legs and feet before returning to the apex of all that is me.

Tangle your fingers in my curls.

Follow your hand's travels with your lips, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the path.

Come Boy, I have much to give you.