The Master’s Touch

There you are my sweet one,
Your charms you do display.
The morning light has brought you,
My words of love today.

Last night I was so happy,
As I imagined you with me,
And thinking such erotic thoughts,
That only you would see.

My arms they would caress you,
My feverish lips would touch.
Those sweet and tender morsels,
That you covet oh, so much.

With raspy tongue so sliding,
Along your creamy thighs,
My lips they trek a burning path,
Right to your Hazel eyes.

Then as those bright eyes open,
To look at who brings joy.
My long and slender fingers,
Will find their favorite toy.

My hands they will be busy,
Caressing Ankle, Calve and Knee.
As lips come crashing down on you,
You’ll know that it’s all me.

I’ll pull your body closer,
So you may feel the need.
The urgency that’s growing,
Like a pent up raging steed.

My lips continue downward,
Your shoulders yet to kiss,
I try to be meticulous,
There’s not a spot to miss.

Then as my lips drop further,
Across your mounds of white,
My mouth will open slightly,
And nibble left to right.

My hands have slipped,
Past knees and thighs,
While down below,
I start to rise.

My hand it trembles as it nears,
Your pulsing golden gate.
I press so ever gently,
And then pull back and wait.

With both hands resting firmly,
Upon such soft, white thighs,
The lips and tongue race madly,
To unite and feast their eyes.

With tender lips I’ll kiss you,
While a slick sharp tongue draws near.
And as he parts the pearly gates,
You’ll give up all your fear.

For once you’ve felt the loving touch,
And sensed that blissful feel.
You will awaken slowly,
To a love that’s very Real.