Sign the paper (Erotic Poem)

 

I am the master of your demise
Look into my light brown eyes
As I turned to walk away
It is up to you if you want to stay

I wonder what you would do?
Once you walk through
This door has bolts
I’m planning to get wicked results

Was that a shudder, that I had seen?
Are you excited for this dream?
Come and take off all that
Set your body on my lap

Do you expect a kiss I wonder
that is not what you will get
I want what’s under

So my hands will roam and play you see
Don’t grab my wrist you came willingly
Spread a little wider let me in
is that a little tremble I see on your chin

So warm so wet so you
So tight so right as I push through

I feel your body start to shake
Are you close baby, is this too much to take
Or should I take a little bite
On that tempting nipple of yours tonight

Say yes or no it doesn’t matter you’re running out of time
I’m gonna take it anyway you’re a feast and I will dine
Should I put three in I only have two
was that a nod or ohh it went through

Your eyes are fluttering
Your mouths jar
My best guess is
You’re not that far

Is that a squeeze that I feel
I pull out and you let out a squeal

Now put your cloths on and out you go
You never signed the papers and this is as far as I’ll go
Ohh you’re ready to sign is the papers you were told
I have another client, remember I’m the one in control.
Now go.

Lips Whispered On Skin

 

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An invisible line draws me to you.

Creating a need to be near you.

My lips want to feel your skin,

1 million nerves firing.

From the barest of touches,

Sending electric impulses,

Throughout your form.

 

Close your eyes and just feel.

 

A whispered kiss,

Under the ear.

On a pulse.

 

“Don’t touch me”

 

Relax.

 

As my lips stroll,

You are trying to control,

Your breaths.

As the path I follow,

Is met with a deep hollow.

A warm exhale enters the hole.

A Loud swallow,

as you barely hold control.

Continuing my journey.

I have a choice to make.

Should I build this pleasure,

Into an ache, that matches.

The pounding of a bass drum?

Or go on my way,

Till I make it to the point,

Where you are nothing more than,

A vibrating body of need.

‘Please’ you indicate,

With a rise and a roll,

From hips directing me

where to go.

Forward it is.

My lips you felt.

Moistened by the tongue.

And what you delt.

(I will end it  here since this is going more into oral than stimulation of lips on skin)

Draw (POEM)

 

The tip marks a silver trail

Shiver with intense heat

Grabbing the cold rail

Waiting for a beat

You wanted to remember.

I wanted to let go

Your eyes show the embers.

Losing control

“Please”

“No”

Lingering point

Feather-light pressure

Soft cry

Deep pleasure.

I can’t escape this

You want to have this

Why wait for this

I want to play with this