A soft caress,
Your fingers slide slowly,
'Neath the straps of my dress.
As you sweep back my hair,
Make me shudder with pleasure,
Beyond all compare.
Your fingertips trace,
Teasingly down,
To that sensitive place.
Over tingling skin,
As I try to hold,
My cries deep within.
On pleasures wings we soar,
And then when you tease me,
I just want you more.
Come my screams and my cries,
Then I float in your arms,
With a kiss and a sigh.........
