Off the ledge
I lay my hands upon you my fingers map out your skin, you're laying naked on our bed so a night of gentle sensual tenderness can begin
My hands skim across your body like a figure dancer performing on some ice, I make swirls and pattens over you, your body feels so nice
Hungrily I cup your breasts your nipples react hard and erect, my mouth sucks on them gently your soft purrs showed it hard the desired effect
I move down to your ankles and drag my nail gently up your thighs, you throw your head back in ecstasy and let out some pleasured sighs
I'm now up near your moistened rose i spread her petals to see her shine, i quietly smile to myself knowing that all the juice inside is mine
I roll you over so i can stroke your gorgous back, I slide on the big Mink glove i let it glide up and down just stopping at your bottoms crack
Your body's quivering i knew the Mink glove would take you to the edge, I roll you over and get between your thighs and let my ravenous tongue push you off the ledge
THE KINKY POET