Tickle Wiggle Fingertips

A chance for romance

All those lost kisses that were missed

By nagging time

Gained and it is better than the first�

My body isn't mines

Suspended in blissful animation

It belongs to him

Every orifice

Every pore

Every moan

Every breath capitulates to pleasure

Hands play fingertip tickles

The excitement permeates from every pore

With excessive fluids dripping

He sucks his fingers

He licks his lips and goes back for more

Lips glide across my lips with whispers

To my breast is where his kisses will rest

He is so gentle

He is so precise

I wish he'd lose composure

Whereas this is physically ten times as nice of making love

I have ever had in my life

The orgasms are too much to endure

I cannot consume all this pleasure

His passion drips from his hair into his face and rains on my skin

This man is lascivious

This man is sin

I can feel it deep within but it does not feel wrong

It feels right

That this man can touch

He can caress and copulate with my body

Better than the men of the past

He can take my sad misconceptions and make beauty find its path

At last

Every inch of him, in every inch of me, pulsates

Under this comatose state of locked fusion he has placed me in

Where he begins this rigorous internal massage that has my orbs bulging

Squeezing

Life from the pillows that fall to the floor

Where my fingers are digging, pillows lay no more

Previous were the biting of my teeth and my salivating whimpers wetting the sheets

He never stops caressing and he moans my name

He never stops the kissing

He is all about the pleasing of all of me

He lays a sultry chuckle amidst my middle in the end

Pulling me close to breathe me in�

An offer for a body massage is how this all began

� J.L.Davenport 2007 'Lovers Breath' This book available soon.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

Another enjoyable piece. I realy like your spoken word style. Keep up the great writes.