SKIRMISHER

“FIRE IN THE MOON” 

In front of the fire on the old furry rug
Your fingers surround and give it a tug
Loosen your belt and it falls slowly back
The bath robe parts, my jaw it goes slack

Framed in the glow of the flickering light
My eyes behold a wondrous sight
Soft terry cloth, it surrounds each breast
As you kneel astride, your hands on my chest

Slipping my hands inside of your robe
Surrounding and guiding each glorious globe
To lips that are waiting to suckle and tease
Nuzzle and nibble, gently to please

Fingers are roaming your soft inner thigh
Fire light flickers and dances your eyes
Suddenly, you sit up and backwards you slip
A knowing soft smile curls round your lip

My eyes they are wide, I am starting to stare
Your head it is sinking, closer down there
The hot breath I feel, is yours on my belly
My thighs they have turned to a quivering jelly

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