Such a fresh bright morning, full of promise and of joy
Today her steps go lightly, floating through the air
I've never seen her so alive and it warms me through my soul
I kiss her gently, touch her hair then to the shower I go
humming softly, basking in the rain,
As I towel off, still humming to myself, a vision floats through the door
The coy smile is all she's wearing and I'm instantly aroused
by the hand she leads me down the hall
silently obedient my will is hers, she knows
In the bedroom there's a chair, she sits me down and stands before me
Without a word she commands me and I am in my place
"Do you love me?" she asks
"You are the fire that warms my soul"
"Do you love me?" yet again
"Your will is my desire."
A finger placed softly upon my lips, quiet is her wish
with her hand she closes my eyes and I am hers
in total surrender I sit, bound by faith in her
She runs her hand along my cheek,
fingers falling lazily upon my neck sending shivers down my spine
She strokes me there to tease me, she knows I love it so
Her fingers dance across my shoulders back and forth in arcs
The tender touch has flushed me and the burning is complete
My skin's afire, the flames jump back to her
I see, with closed eyes, her sweet aura floating before me
leaning in gentle kisses placed expertly to build my growing desire
In my surrender she is mine and we commune in harmony
She is maestro in this symphony of joy, stroking bliss
her hands touch me up and down
from head to toe all my skin is aroused and she's so infinitely aware
My breathing is so shallow now
I don't know how much more I can take,
I hear her breathing also deliberate and slow
I know how much she loves me
I know how much she cares
I know I want to touch her
but that's not my place this morning
My job is just to sit here and enjoy her roving tongue
Caressing and kissing my skin I'm not sure I'll survive
Suddenly she stops it all and backs away
Her aura is there, it's more distant now but white, intense
I hear her moving and I know, I want to open my eyes but that is not allowed
My mouth hangs open panting, dying for her touch
I can hear her fingers working, her breathing now in grunts
One final gasp is all I hear and to me she brings her essence, her love, my bliss
This is our private performance art,
I am clay and she has sculpted me
Her adoring, phallic art.
Today her steps go lightly, floating through the air
I've never seen her so alive and it warms me through my soul
I kiss her gently, touch her hair then to the shower I go
humming softly, basking in the rain,
As I towel off, still humming to myself, a vision floats through the door
The coy smile is all she's wearing and I'm instantly aroused
by the hand she leads me down the hall
silently obedient my will is hers, she knows
In the bedroom there's a chair, she sits me down and stands before me
Without a word she commands me and I am in my place
"Do you love me?" she asks
"You are the fire that warms my soul"
"Do you love me?" yet again
"Your will is my desire."
A finger placed softly upon my lips, quiet is her wish
with her hand she closes my eyes and I am hers
in total surrender I sit, bound by faith in her
She runs her hand along my cheek,
fingers falling lazily upon my neck sending shivers down my spine
She strokes me there to tease me, she knows I love it so
Her fingers dance across my shoulders back and forth in arcs
The tender touch has flushed me and the burning is complete
My skin's afire, the flames jump back to her
I see, with closed eyes, her sweet aura floating before me
leaning in gentle kisses placed expertly to build my growing desire
In my surrender she is mine and we commune in harmony
She is maestro in this symphony of joy, stroking bliss
her hands touch me up and down
from head to toe all my skin is aroused and she's so infinitely aware
My breathing is so shallow now
I don't know how much more I can take,
I hear her breathing also deliberate and slow
I know how much she loves me
I know how much she cares
I know I want to touch her
but that's not my place this morning
My job is just to sit here and enjoy her roving tongue
Caressing and kissing my skin I'm not sure I'll survive
Suddenly she stops it all and backs away
Her aura is there, it's more distant now but white, intense
I hear her moving and I know, I want to open my eyes but that is not allowed
My mouth hangs open panting, dying for her touch
I can hear her fingers working, her breathing now in grunts
One final gasp is all I hear and to me she brings her essence, her love, my bliss
This is our private performance art,
I am clay and she has sculpted me
Her adoring, phallic art.
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