Pleasure Master
Sitting, quiet, contemplating,
Fingers with mind of their own,
Start to wander over body,
Burning flesh o'er where they roam.
Erotic visions, nightly spirit,
My Pleasure Master, passions fire,
Gives me pleasure like no other,
Fills my body deep desire.
Ghostly whispers make me shudder,
Flesh now tingles, breath comes quick,
Imagined memories, deep inside me,
Master, knows just how I tick..
Nothing plastic, not this evening,
Feeling only warmth of skin,
Lips now parted swollen wetness,
Fingers delve now deep within.
Moving slowly, getting wetter,
Moisture runs down, lubricates,
Finger probes at yearning entrance,
Deeply enters, body aches.
Now in tandem, moving rhythm,
Rising tide, orgasms wave,
Brow is beaded, perspiration,
On the edge of what I crave.
Faster moving, deeply thrusting,
Biting lip, cry out, release,
Waves of pleasure crash upon me,
Orgasmic fountain brings me peace..
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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