Dreaming of Decadence

Dreaming of Decadence Delicious succulence sensing shameless servitude To soft swirls of cinnamon Chocolate caressing tongue and palette in Swallowed wet sweetness of slithering coolness as Oil-dripping hands slide squeezing and fingering Deceptively slipping to almost touch ecstasy In muscular twisting and turning of tendons Rhythmically running on rib bones and hipbones Clasping together on backsides of knees A sip of cold wine cuts sweet chocolate taste As wet heated towels are strategically placed On body still shaking from fast pattered pummeling It’s only a moment then icy hands race Pinch prod and pummel in growing discomfort Until just at the second you really can’t stand it Hot towels and oiled hands start their magical pain With needles and pins in a quivering strain Your body just arches in reach to attain Then under the towels you’re left trembling again