Bonding our bodies with bondage,
an oral fixation with crucifixion.
Sly vulnerable vixen in foxy lingerie,
mounted against the wall like a painting from Monet.
Exposure of a virgin canvas with corruption of seduction,
blindfolded love facilitates passion without interruption.
Slithering snakes roam through dead cells of attraction,
a slight tug initiates a desirable reaction.
Neckline border control entices a detour,
more time to ignite the dark places to explore.
A warm sensational blow passes across your neck,
soft lips press against the skin for you to eject.
Your beautiful spoken identity rolls of my tongue’s tip,
but not as effective as the wrap around your erected nip.
A sweet arousing touch as hands caress you near,
tip of tongue desire to brush against your perky pink spears.
A mouth at risk of DUI after intoxicating lips of lust,
a stomach receiving soft blows across to the hips is a must.
Tender lips around your birth’s beauty scar as you quiver,
waistline affection will make your body shiver.
Thunder thigh fetish strikes from within my soul,
sadistic intentions of kissing your inner thighs is a goal.
The skin around your pink lips of pure euphoric taste,
anxiety and anticipation encourages to make haste.
A circulating tongue brushes against your desirable lips,
volcanic vaginal bliss pours out as my finger slips.
A sweet suction dries up your intimate perspiration,
close your eyes, my love. Time to expand your inspiration.