One’s relationship with one’s masseuse,
Though professional, quite often blurs:
Her soft hands on one’s skin,
Little towels so thin;
Fingers brush on one’s cock… “Mmmm!” she purrs!
Tag: skin
Laying Leia
“Spread your legs you must wider,” said Yoda.
His skin had a strange spicy odour.
Excited, wide eyed,
Princess Leia complied.
In her dark side he came, like green soda.
Overawed
Her attire was skin-tight and skimpy;
To not chat her up would be wimpy.
His mates urged him to,
But he couldn’t say boo,
And his cock had gone suddenly limpy.
Skin-deep
Girls, beneath tits and pussy and skin, you
Are jelly and bowel and sinew;
A man, it’s well known
Has more blood and more bone,
Which is why it feels good when he’s in you.
Colour code
When a woman wears something see-through,
You can watch how her skin changes hue;
Pink or white, say, at rest,
Flushing red when caressed,
When she’s cold, shades of purple and blue.