When he came walking through the door
my body tingled to its core.
His dark blue eyes probed every line,
his smile told me I looked just fine.

Naked I stood, he circled me,
inspecting all that he could see.
I watched as he reached out his hand,
my knees got weak, I had to stand.

At first he gently touched my lips,
he traced them with soft fingertips.
I opened wide, two fingers in,
I sucked them o'er and o'er again.

He touched my neck, it felt so right,
his lips sought mine, he held me tight.
He touched my breasts, the fire began,
And then he cupped them with his hands.

But when he squeezed, my nipples flamed,
I could not stop, I moaned his name.
He pinched my nipples, hard at first,
I thought that they would surely burst.

His mouth left mine and sought a breast,
my nipples throbbed, he knew me best.
So while he feasted each in turn,
I felt his fingers downward burn.

He touched my mound but lingered not,
he found my pussy wet and hot.
He pushed his fingers deep inside,
I arched my back, his name I cried.

My knees gave out, I found the floor,
"Oh, please don't stop," I begged for more.
With fingers deep, my clit he found,
then rolled his finger round and round.

I closed my eyes then came and came.
I lusted for his touching game.
My body felt the fire inside,
my lust desire I could not hide.

He finally took me on the floor,
once, twice, then three, we stopped at four.
I love it when he touches me,
it leads to fires burning free.