Firm,Yet soft Smooth silkIt soothes I run my finger down the lengthI grip the throbbing mass of nervesDry satinMy fingers play, dart and skipTeasing for reaction TwitchIt starts,Eager and alertSprings with life, it followsSearching out the memory of my touch,Wanting A drop, a wistful tearIt Elvankent Escort achesIt cries for meSpills out, clear and pure My grasp tightens, then releasesI explore the depths belowPalm pressed,The rising heat, the Beşevler Escort sticky redness,ThickSwellingPulsing A deeper urge, a groanSounding from withinRinging, singing sweetness in my ears A cool whisper, I temper you,My Cebeci Escort lips moistMy tongue a blade, a pointGlistening along the ridgeRelaxing, lapping, lightly lingeringLoosely laughing, filled with love You quake for meSquirm and writheFiercely claw in desperationMy lips close at the summitHot breathSteamI take you inTaste of sweat, as a hunger growlsYour rumbling resonates, echoes deepYou glideRigid, tense and turgid A pleaA sigh My eyes snap wideLips sealed in placeRiding the wavesUndulatingAs the sea comes rushing inCresting, crashingSalt and spray I holdMercifully stillAs the tension fadesThe rhythm steadiesSoft,Yet firm