DaLovePoet and CC
She could sense that he was confident and in control;
Thoughts of his talents were extremely exciting;
She felt as if she were about to receive the bounty
of his much rumored lovemaking skills.
She had to submit to him and give him all;
His voice dropped to a heated whisper:
'Undress, My Beautiful One,' he commanded her;
As lust burned deeply, she complied to his demands.
Running his magical fingers about her beautiful body,
Touching; caressing; She was shuddering at his expert touch.
Savoring the throbbing heat and enveloping rapture,
She was impatient, ravenous as he slowly tortured her.
She had never before been slowly and skillfully driven
To points she had never before realized were even possible;
All past experiences vanished instantly from her mind
As she surrendered total control of her body to his touch.
Groans became moans, then loud screams of pure pleasure
As he deftly tortured every nerve in her wanton body.
As an orchestra director playing a beautiful love symphony,
He strummed the strings of her conquered body.
DaLovePoet and CC
© 2001 Mike Diaz and Carol Cathey (All rights reserved)
03/14/01
