The Kings Men 2

Velvety softness fingers grace
Gentle weight the palms embrace
Spongy curls caress a face
Whisper of soap and sweat to taste
Soothing kisses tension erased

Humid breath swirls out of cavern pitch black
Moistness inside a surprise attack

Blindly you plunge down a slippery slope
your demise stopped by a simple rope
Slowly, so slowly you pull yourself back
A deep breath and then you slide
Knowing where you want to glide

Repeat the process
One two three
The result
A bittersweet treat for me