The Masters Touch
Hot breath escape suckle ear lobes to blonde's leisure,
Teeth infuriate the neck, pinion it in pleasure,
Deep sigh's play and yield to the erotic gesture;
Body submits to arms, in seductive capture.
Crimson wet lips lewd, buoyant soft, in active blunder.
Accosted sign language, push and swipe her to wonder.
Panic, as she gets lifted in complete surrender.
Cushions merge to contours, awaiting their plunder.
Nausea and thrill stretch to engage grips and shivers.
Areolas revolt and drain tender mouth quivers,
Suckled nipples formative dewy drops in tongue licks;
Hardened globes inflated curves probe pricks and nicks.
Invading hands numbed knees resist elated snares,
Navel button coated in warmth from nostril flares,
Parted avenues tongue and palm unleashed perfection,
Mounted head crawls and glides with swelling sensation.
Waves of raptures hit by the stormy sight.
Cleavage churns tender turfs, to passion chased delight.
Thirst and joy embroil delicacy in turmoil;
Her enslaved moments perform to the Masters touch.
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