How I Would Put You To Sleep

When the day is cold and has gone all wrong, I wait to give you that for which you long.

Don’t worry I’ll start with a warm dinner and pop the cap of a beer to help build back your cheer.

Then, I’ll lead you to bed so I can massage you from foot to head. Lotion is the lubrication needed for the trigger-point tricks, and lather it on you I will, kissing each toe to give you a chill, up your calves to your thighs, I massage until I come to my prize.

Here, I must take the time to warm you up with my mouth because release is good for your health, so moan loud if you must, but your faith in my tenacity you must trust.

Please, allow me to thrust you into my throat, past my tonsils to near swallow you whole, until down my throat you throw all your worries away, ready to sleep ’til the sun paints the sky with a new day

My Box, My Gift

I have a gift for you. My diligence in preparation for this moment makes this gift special. And all yours to unwrap…

Take off the cover of white lace and behold the smooth oblong heart split down the middle. I wait tingling with your hot breath over my gift.

Take hold of its sides, spread them wide, and taste the sweet spot made into a mountain by you. I lie back and sigh…

In and out your tongue lashes me with encouragement to echo reverberations throughout the whole house as your affection for my gift is so pleasurable.

When I’m done with elation at our gift exchange, the world will know that my box came!

Your Tongue Trail

Stealthy as a night-crawler, you steal into my bed long after the dark has conquered light.

You spread me wide, crawling fingers up my thighs’ inside sensitive skin, until your digit finds a hole to slide inside. I lift my hips as an invite for you to continue and grow. As you arrange my legs, you grab both cheeks to lift my hole to meet your tool, ready for our naughty mixture to seed to bloom. You slide a see-saw ride atop my clitoris stop. Then, you dive in my hole to commence your digging with a yelp of “Awe!”

Slow you find the valley water begins to rise, so you begin to pound down the challenge of burying your seed deep inside me. As you trail your tongue up my mountain range and bite the precipice, you make my ground shift and my center lift and twist. And you dig and dig and dig and thrust me and you to be covered in the volcanic explosion that makes us shake like leaves at midnight on a winter’s eve.
Spent we sleep naked, satiated and content until the morning when we’re ready to go at it again.