Stroke… … …stroke
(In my mind’s eye)
When I look into your eyes
I see me
No…not a reflection of me
But the soul of me
Resting comfortably between
White-sandy beaches and
Island melodies of undying love
I see
Safely snuggled in my caring arms
Your lovely form
Resting peacefully
I whisper sweet nothings
In tune with the melody
And the translation reads
I love you
With Najee playing in the background
We lounge around a make-believe lake
Relaxed by the wine of lust, love, and romance
And, perchance, a grape or two
We ate
Stroke… … …stroke
Went my caress of your
Au natural body
Your breathing deepens
As my caress turns lustful
Tugging and stroking your hardening nipples
As ripples of pleasure
Tickle your moistening folds
…threatening to expose your
Hooded friend
Stroke… … …stroke
I nip at the hairs on the back of your neck
While skinny dipping in the river of ecstasy
Engorged phallus
Callously slips between
Perfectly-rounded, Apple-bottom globes
Pushing back at me
(But intercourse isn’t an option)
A coating of pleasurable excitement
Perspiring softly about you
I caress the nooks-and-crannies
Of your delectable fannie
Eliciting heated moans
Of utter bliss
Your gyrating hips signal the start of a smoldering desire
Following guttural moans
As your sweetness pours from you.
As passions rise
You roll onto your back
Providing easy access to your treasure trove
Enamored of you
I make my way to the
Thickly engorged lips
And dip deeply into your simmering warmth
Your aroma-scented oils sing to me
…Assuaging me with lustful stirrings
I push you into the sea of ecstasy
Thrashing about wildly
You beg me to take you beyond the place you now lay
But I smile and say,
Intercourse is not an option, today
You close your eyes
Riding the tremors of pleasure
Coursing through your heaving body
When it was over
You reach for me
Still, intercourse is not an option
…Today
(In my mind’s eye)
When I look into your eyes
I see me
No…not a reflection of me
But the soul of me
Resting comfortably between
White-sandy beaches and
Island melodies of undying love
I see
Safely snuggled in my caring arms
Your lovely form
Resting peacefully
I whisper sweet nothings
In tune with the melody
And the translation reads
I love you
With Najee playing in the background
We lounge around a make-believe lake
Relaxed by the wine of lust, love, and romance
And, perchance, a grape or two
We ate
Stroke… … …stroke
Went my caress of your
Au natural body
Your breathing deepens
As my caress turns lustful
Tugging and stroking your hardening nipples
As ripples of pleasure
Tickle your moistening folds
…threatening to expose your
Hooded friend
Stroke… … …stroke
I nip at the hairs on the back of your neck
While skinny dipping in the river of ecstasy
Engorged phallus
Callously slips between
Perfectly-rounded, Apple-bottom globes
Pushing back at me
(But intercourse isn’t an option)
A coating of pleasurable excitement
Perspiring softly about you
I caress the nooks-and-crannies
Of your delectable fannie
Eliciting heated moans
Of utter bliss
Your gyrating hips signal the start of a smoldering desire
Following guttural moans
As your sweetness pours from you.
As passions rise
You roll onto your back
Providing easy access to your treasure trove
Enamored of you
I make my way to the
Thickly engorged lips
And dip deeply into your simmering warmth
Your aroma-scented oils sing to me
…Assuaging me with lustful stirrings
I push you into the sea of ecstasy
Thrashing about wildly
You beg me to take you beyond the place you now lay
But I smile and say,
Intercourse is not an option, today
You close your eyes
Riding the tremors of pleasure
Coursing through your heaving body
When it was over
You reach for me
Still, intercourse is not an option
…Today