When she plays her viola da gamba,
Curves sensuous, warm, lustrous, amber…
She likes to be nude,
To get more in the mood…
Her thighs thrum, her loins hum to the timbre!
Tag: thighs
The eye of the needle
He had worshiped her long, from afar;
Now, at last, as he murmured “Aha!”
She was naked. She sighed.
Her thighs parted, not wide,
But at least just a little ajar!
Uninvited guest
Gravitational attraction
Smiling lips in a beautiful face,
Rolling hips, lolling breasts, easy grace,
Laughing mischievous eyes,
As he’s parting her thighs,
And invading her personal space.
Fraught relationship
“Men are bastards,” she sulkily gripes,
“Horses’ arses, of various stripes…
You included!” she sighs,
Stooping, parting her thighs,
As she reaches between them and wipes.
Striptease
She seductively, teasingly strips,
Undulating her breasts and her hips,
Pouting mouth, narrowed eyes,
Long, smooth, sinuous thighs,
Erect nipples and stiff lower lips.
Revelation
“Do you like what you see?” she said sweetly,
Exposing her bosom discreetly.
She widened her eyes,
And then parted her thighs,
To exhibit herself more completely.
Pinocchio
“Oh Pinocchio! Don’t stop!” she sighs,
His face pressed up between her warm thighs.
In and out slides his nose;
Inch by inch, still it grows!
“Do you love me?”
“Of course, yes,” he lies.
Commodious
“My! That’s lovely!” she said, rather sweetly.
His cock stiffened, hardened completely.
Though quite a fair size,
She just parted her thighs,
And it all fitted into her neatly!
The game
When they play, he tries hard to devise
Stricter bondage, more elegant ties;
Bow-strung thighs, bee-stung breasts,
Harsher physical tests,
Greater fear and lust in her eyes!