Sexy Spatula I P

S tarting at the bottom – your toes – I will venture north. I will

P erhaps not linger at your pulsing inner thighs but skirt them

A nd postpone the pleasure. It will be hard to resist letting my

T ongue, quivering with anticipation, delve. Moving on

U pwards across your taut stomach to your breasts.

L ingering over your nipples; enveloping them within my lips

A nd listening for the catches in your breath; your sighs.

I will, with whispered caresses, work my way across your throat.

P assions palpable, I will lay my lips on yours and taste your love.