Attraction
Music playing softly,
He gently takes my hand;
Pulls my hips closer to him,
Swaying slowly to the band.
Was that seconds, hours, days before
I was enticed into his lair?
Hypnotised by seductive eyes,
Whilst playing with my hair.
My thoughts were numb with pleasure,
As garments layered on the ground.
Acquiescing to his will,
Breathing, my only sound.
As he kissed my body,
And caressed with tender fingers,
My senses all explode with joy;
My King of Cunnilingus.
Deana Carroll
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