Climb the wooden hills to Bedfordshire
Fingers discard my clinging attire
Slipping silently between fine sheets
Mind a-whirr from delectable treats.

Clinging pillows my head to grace
Fine hair dishevelled across my face
Mouse wriggling lost in this grande bed
Space unending; curling toes widespread.

Pulsating visions across mine eyes
Soaking pleasure stains adorn soft thighs
Corrupted innocence on display
I command all with leering survey.

Fingers entwined in pulsating flesh
Cajoled by sweet her I did enmesh
Ruthlessly teasing lost squirming me
Helplessly driven to ecstasy.

Soaking sheets beneath smooth, speckled skin
A divine, abased return to sin
Skewered and thrusting; moans hard-panted
With lustful wickedness enchanted.

So …

Let’s climb the wooden hills to Bedfordshire
To drench this body in orgasmic fire.

for mona