|The Fingertip Spells
By kayakndan on 08/25/2014
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Your words are inept for
Explicit elicitation of what you feel
at my insistence.
That sweet voice now
Garbled, incoherent, guttural
a banshee cry,
if I wish it so.
And I do. Repeatedly.
Bound to our bed, locked down with my eyes.
A hint of no is only cause for more rapture.
pitch and tempo toned, per my subtle commands.
The causation of such controlled fervor,
unleashing your uncontrolled meltdown,
is my delicate efforts-
the easy rewards of my austere massage
upon a few mere millimeters of flesh-
a pittance of mass when measured fully,
compared to the sum of sexy niches you offer-
joining cool-handed me to the tingling-hot you.
The subtle pressure, my forefinger tip's spell
bringing unceasing release, cries to your Lord
moistened often with dabs of your own want.
The slightest rub brings such an arousing extroversion
rhythmic dabbling yielding adulation
Captivated, captured by the electric arc of needful nerves
Shocking you with the supple tilling of your hidden field
Budding fruit meticulously polished,
such sweet juice available at my leisure
The button pushed harder elevates you to the heights of hysterics.
Take a break? In due time, mi amour.
The spell conjured a demon between its two wings.
Exhausting from orgasm? I think not!
The effort of the precise fingertip is only my ho-hum introduction
A portended touch of thorough contact.
Sighing, almost lazy,
dalliance of the digital wonderment I possess at will.
I wish to kiss it now. Thoroughly.
And utter, with my only uninhibited tongue
Seeking your further rancor with its practiced flutter,
A tasted love spell anew between us,
enhanced with your trust
your given accedence to the truism
that my midnight whims that conjure your savagery
the alchemic wielding of your physical bliss
is but a lovespell to be reciprocated in kind.
? By kayakndan On 8/25/2014 8:14:06 AM