STROKING

 

With a fingertip

Soft like dewy morning leaves,

Caressing, caring, and calming.

His gentle stroke fills me.

 

With his tenacious tongue,

Wet like a warm waterfall,

Soft, yet focused on my pleasure.

His stroke answers my soul’s call.

 

With his presence,

Vibrant like a masterpiece.

Deeper, dapper, and demanding.

His beautiful stroke completes me.

 

With our bonded love,

Imperfectly complete under the moon

Unbridled, unrestricted and unbelievable.

His stroke is deeper than an eternity times two.