The Master

My will is I touch you where you beg me to. Senses conspire. I feel you breathe Proving my tease. Providing a caress, causing a moan. My DEAL is fair. Come here to me. My DEAL has universal appeal. You KNOW the secret. The master I am. Promising the comfort of my hands on your delicate skin. So, so soft TENDER IS SHE. As ripe as SWEET fruit waiting to be plucked. I am your master I am yours You are mine Your taste is sweet and causes me unspeakable pleasure. You are mine MON CHERIE AMOUR, my flower. I MASTER