Sensual Steam
I feel the warmth as I run my fingers along the glass of steam.
I open the door as my eyes are transfixed in a dream.
I gaze upon her skin drenched in sweat from the steam filled spa.
I am drawn by her beauty and prowess to devour, as I stand in awe.
I watch as her eyes close and fingers trace her dripping wet skin.
Her fingers slide to her hardened peaks as other fingers bury within.
Her mouth slowly opens in a sigh as her eyes fill with desire.
I ease closer longing for a taste, my tongue can never grow tired.
Admired by the pink folds of the petals that grow before my eyes.
I taste her flowing river as my tongue explores the soft silky sides.
I take her oyster in my warm mouth and slowly bite as her nails grip
The rose in full bloom begins to quiver as she pulls my lips to hers for a sip.
She grips my hardened strength as my hand takes her hair with force.
The salty sweat flows between our pressed skin as her walls squeeze from the source.
Her nails grip deeper, her hair arched back, as we feel the sultry steam.
Moans turn to cries as we reach nirvana together in this captivating dream.
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