I have touched her mind with the stroke of my pen. Through my poetry, prose, and songs from my heart, passion spilled across her imagination like ink across a blank page of her life.
I have already tasted her chastity, arched her back and made her scream with satisfaction without the utterance of a single word.
In return, she touches my senses with her shyly obscene backwards glance of concupiscence.
Like an autumn day dropping silken leaves to the forest floor, her satin shorts cascade down her lissome legs to gently nestle over her ankles.
The golden bronze skin of her legs contrasts against the florescent yellow trim like majestic oaks against a sun scorched morning sky.
I trace my fingers up the velvety softness of her creamy inner thighs. They navigate their way to her familiar fundament, my hands caressing the gentle curves.
I orchestrated inhalations of longing and desire with each pass of my fingers across the soft warmth of her moistening flesh. A symphony of exhalations erupt full of yearning for the crescendo that she knows will ensue
I would like to extend a hearty 'thank you' for your, i am sure, unintended gift to me. I decided to read this to my languishing lover last night, as i read these words to space between us, i could smell the awakening from her. The space between rest and rush became moist and so before your words could complete, i started my own symphony.
A very warm welcome to the site and what a strong piece with a passionate portrayal of love and vivid visuals, a pleasure to read. Thankyou for sharing. Hope you will enjoy being part of the p &q family best wishes Milly x