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.