Words are turn-ons.
Your words,
Twirling around my naked body,
Touching my nipples
And brushing across my navel
Straight down to my cunt.
Your husky voice;
Deep and vibrating
Touching my sensitive clit,
Causing me to wish
Hoping that you’ll speak down there
The vibration to travel to my very core,
Caressing my pussy walls
Breaking them down
And allowing the floods.
You want to sail this boat?
Stroke the tides
Bring it to shore?
Do you want to coat?
Your fingers with my fluids
Dripping down
Or you licking them while you look at me.
Your authority
Exerted upon me,
Causing me to submit
Or causing me to wish
You will treat me like your slave;
No protests!
I will gladly worship your rod;
For at night it comforts me,
And mount myself upon it,
To reach greater heights;
See the heavens and toe-curling orgasms.
I will gladly convulse,
Around your length
Your strength
Harder with each stroke.
I will scream
Your praises to the earth
And tell the believers of your wonders.
My Lord!
