Can I watch...
... as you slowly unbutton your blouse,
one button at a time
Teasingly spreading the material apart,
offering a glimpse of your skin
Sliding it off your shoulders in slow motion,
one hand at a time
...you turning around,
unclipping your sheer lace bra
Letting the straps fall way from your back,
before you toss it at my feet
... you pulling your belt
through each loop of your jeans,
unfastening that little button at the waist,
slowly sliding the zipper south,
pausing for just a moment
as your fingers put pressure on your mound
... you wriggle your hips seductively,
as you slide the denim down your legs,
stepping out of them one foot at a time
Turning back around,
your hands covering your breasts,
teasing me, seducing me with with your tongue,
as you slowly lick your upper lip
... your hands moving down over your full breasts,
revealing your hardened nipples,
begging for attention, for my attention
... as you pause at the top of your panties,
before sliding your thumbs under the elastic band,
tempting my desire as
you ease them over your hips
and down your legs
... you standing before me naked,
wearing only a sensual smile,
seducing me, making me ache.
Biting your lower lip with a gleam in your eyes
watching me watch you?
Can I watch as you
sashay to the edge of your bed
and gracefully lay back,
keeping your eyes on me,
watching my every movement
as you raise your knees in the air
bringing your feet close to your bottom?
What's on your mind,
as you part your knees
and let them fall to the side,
opening yourself wide for me,
tempting me with your wickedness?
How close can I come?
Shall I stay in the chair
in the corner of your room,
watching you tease me from afar?
Could I hold off the desire to ravage you?
Dare I come closer?
Maybe kneeling in front of you,
so I can hear the sounds of your fingers,
and smell the sweet fragrance of lust
pouring from your throbbing pussy.
Will you straddle my face,
so I can feel your quivering thighs
against my cheeks,
and watch as your fingers
disappear into your glory?
Can I watch as you
buck against your fingers,
your cunt swallowing them whole,
holding onto them,
not wanting to let go?
Can I watch as your slippery hole
releases it's fluid, as it drips
down the inside of your thighs?
As your breasts heave and bounce
in rhythm with your thrusting,
am I disciplined enough to just watch?
Can I trust myself to keep my tongue
from licking the drips of lust
off your straining legs?
Are you disciplined to come
just inches from my face,
without lowering yourself
onto my wanting mouth
knowing we both crave it?
When your legs want to give out,
completely spent from your orgasm,
could you keep hovering above me?
Or would you collapse onto my mouth?
Too weak to hold yourself up,
or is it more than just physical weakness?
Maybe a dark desire to feel
my tongue to plunge into your depths?
"Can I watch?" is more than just a request love.
It’s also a question of self control.
Do I have enough control to just watch?
Do you have enough control to just let me watch?
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