I
If love in words don't get your body moved,
Porn in words might do the magic
For the words are like magic fingers.
They crawl up on your body joyfully
Sending chills down your spine
Like a lost voyager
Oh! My palm would love to journey
Smooth sailing and no waves till it reaches the breasts
Hitting it, they halted
And I take my sweet time showing each one love.
II
My tongue wanders around your Belle button
And further down your thighs
Which drips of sweetness.
My tongue delves inside you,
And finger after finger I approach
Like a leopard planning an heist.
You will feel the heat from inside
And hold on to the sheets, afraid you would fall into a sea of endless pleasure and never return.
III
I can't imagine what it will be like when our bodies finally collide
When your tongue lightly teases the back of my neck
When my hands, rough yet so gentle cup all of you
And your mouth softly whisper my name
Because you could barely talk
From all the explosive pleasure.
So you mumble
Various inaudible things
And watch me take very good care of you.