it is a surreal notion to create a vision,
a woman in the throes of her own passion.
for we might certainly wonder if ever
such fantasy we’ve held onto forever.
It is svelte hands cupping her breasts,
while the end of a long day she rests
her eyes show growing desires enhance
that our imagination could wish chance
while lids are closed I would be nearby
my hands skilled caress and ask why
I am blessed to have your beauty near
while alone we together images appear..
a slow gliding draw of a fingertip
along an exposed breast to flip
a nipple with a chuckle in your smile
while you intrigue your lover’s guile.
in the fiery motions of your mind
you begin to know that this unwind
will thrust your needs as happens
the touch, lips gentle breeze opens
oh to dive my tongue deep inside
to allow your hips upon me ride,
to explore inside with my fingers
while your shuddering need lingers
oh to feel your mouth part with moan
while your mystique, a rhythm you own
will build further, go faster with need,
I’m inside with swift fashion to heed
only that which will draw your inner thighs
an unveiling of the ways you are so wise
to know how quickly you might bring
orgasm to the surface of your being.
I would then appear as you might know
while over here I may imagine your glow.