I stopped breathing;
You kissed my lips and soothed me;
Then slowly down my body,
Kissing my neck making me moan,
Hands starting at the bottom;
And then up my skirt they go,
Feeling for the right spot and then,
Eureka! , oh the delight;
Slowly massaging my wet lips,
Licking lightly on my breast,
Pressure building inside me,
Ready to shatter in passion;
Then hands come out of play,
As your tongue takes its place;
Increasing the lovely torment,
Utopia and ecstasy all balled into one,
It’s like taking a sip of lemonade
On a hot summer day,
Just a bit of afternoon delight!
©2007 – V. A. Coote