There is no song more sweet than the curves of your body.
A slender neck built to hold my kisses
And battle worn hands.
Shoulders as gentle as a spring lamb
And breast just as tender.
No silk softer than the folds of your
No hearth can fuel the passions heat
As quickly or deeply as the melody of soft sighs that leave your gently parted lips, as I place my hands between your thighs.
Each motion a symphony in my heart as I trace the lines of your long delicate legs .
Stockings fall to floor as you knees touch your shoulders….
Music smooth and long caressing your soul from the inside as our bodies move as one.
Such passion explode in a crescendo
Of leather and lace, velvet ropes that bind bodies in place as I feast on the gift that your song brings.
Only to find dawns light creeping through sheers giving way to a new day….shall we play that song again my dear….?