Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Seductress

An evident
 naughty smile
Appear on my lips.

I hold her arm,
Her arm firm,
 Yet So Silky,
 Plus, inviting.

She plays the top.

Her fingers run 
Through my curls,
Ah! I moan.

Her teeth leave scars,
The love bites.

Ecstatic, the tickling pain,
Pleasure mounts.

Her gentle rub,
Drives me nuts.

Her roughness,
Orgasmic.

I stand still,
She's in control,
I gasp!

 My curls rejoice
Her touch,
From shabby  to neat,
They lay.

Am mesmerized,
I drool,
I crave for more.

The touch, the rub,
The pain!

Fire flares up,



Aaah!
A cry of pleasure.

Silence.

My fingers still enveloped hers.

This a dirty affair
Of
My Comb
And my bald head.

The bewitching dream!
I sigh!


© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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