Good morning everyone.
The Lair is open!
Wayzata Johnn, has kept the fires burning.
Hugs to all, see you tonight.
Covering all my bases!:)
Good evening.
Slow to Please
Her eyes are closed, intent upon her sense of touch so dear,
as I caress her with my fingertips as light as a feather’s kiss.
She moans in anticipation of my next touch, her bliss,
and I drive her closer to the edge of passion’s abyss so near.
I lean down and kiss her, as soft as watered silk, and she cries out,
now weeping at the intensity raging behind her lovely face.
I taste the salty flavor of her and she begs a new pace,
but I am lovingly cruel, for I will control this bout.
With a deft touch and gentle skill I take her across the line,
her scream of joy echoing in the darkened room at last.
She arches up in total abandonment, seeking every pleasure past,
only to fall in a moment of exploding universes so divine.
Spent, she lays there unable to move, to speak, to think,
and I carefully move her, and cover her, here beside me.
Giving everything to her in that moment I am pleased you see,
for later when she is rested, it will be my turn at the brink.