I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
And Continuing Was What
| Finally your tongue makes contact with the erect tip of one nipple and I see you shiver with the feeling. I know that you want my tongue and lips in place of your own.
You want to feel me holding your tits, squeezing them, lightly biting at the soft tight flesh. My own flesh hardens in my trousers, wanting the touch of you, knowing that the waiting will be worth every agonizing second. My breath comes more quickly in my throat and I sip champagne, trying to dampen the fire within me.
You turn and face me, dropping your hands to your sides, posing, one leg slightly forward, your head high, your shoulders back. You are now completely revealed to me but still tantalizingly concealed by the lingerie: The soft mounds of your breasts with the points of the nipples hard and crinkled, expectant, waiting for the touch of a finger, a tongue. You unbutton the waist band and ease the satin gently over your hips. The skirt falls to the floor and you step out of the ring of material.
I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
We Were All Naked And
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