Morning of Valentine's day, part two [I Have Erotic Dreams]
I hear your voice moan, "please continue."
Pausing, I let my eyes roam over your gorgeous body as you relax onto your back. With gentle words I slip your gowns remaining strap from your shoulder and draw it down your arm.
I describe the kisses that fall like raindrops on your soft skin. Each a dot of fiery passion releasing it's warmth on contact. Words stiffen your nipple as that tip of your breast is my sole focus.
Smiling as you moan, your body begs me to continue. My voice caresses your skin and I feel you trembling as I lick and kiss your creamy skin. My words flow over your breasts and flood down your body.
You feel the gossamer wings of a butterfly fanning my hot breath over your belly. You giggle as it brushes your skin without settling down as my voice dances lower and lower.
Flowing like a river my hot passions wash against your hip bones and sweep down your thighs. Words dance from the outside to the inside of your thighs. Then as if drawn to the core of your womanhood move up your beautiful legs.
My voice stutters for an instant as the beauty of the entrance to your moist core is seen. The words flow like my heated breath over your lips. Each taste is savored like priceless wine and the aroma is inhaled like an intoxicating scent.
My words dip deep into you with lustful love. Letters to a thousand poems of love are seared into your hot flesh with passion. I feel your flood as you cry out as lips caress your hard pearl.
With only words and voice you know that I love and desire you this Valentine's day and long to give you the rest of me.
Pausing, I let my eyes roam over your gorgeous body as you relax onto your back. With gentle words I slip your gowns remaining strap from your shoulder and draw it down your arm.
I describe the kisses that fall like raindrops on your soft skin. Each a dot of fiery passion releasing it's warmth on contact. Words stiffen your nipple as that tip of your breast is my sole focus.
Smiling as you moan, your body begs me to continue. My voice caresses your skin and I feel you trembling as I lick and kiss your creamy skin. My words flow over your breasts and flood down your body.
You feel the gossamer wings of a butterfly fanning my hot breath over your belly. You giggle as it brushes your skin without settling down as my voice dances lower and lower.
Flowing like a river my hot passions wash against your hip bones and sweep down your thighs. Words dance from the outside to the inside of your thighs. Then as if drawn to the core of your womanhood move up your beautiful legs.
My voice stutters for an instant as the beauty of the entrance to your moist core is seen. The words flow like my heated breath over your lips. Each taste is savored like priceless wine and the aroma is inhaled like an intoxicating scent.
My words dip deep into you with lustful love. Letters to a thousand poems of love are seared into your hot flesh with passion. I feel your flood as you cry out as lips caress your hard pearl.
With only words and voice you know that I love and desire you this Valentine's day and long to give you the rest of me.
61-69, M
