Feel my gentle caress,
my fingertips of lust.
As you slowly undress,
I could nearly combust.
Teasing what I obsess,
making your body thrust.
Yet as your hips thrust,
to this tender caress.
I feel your heart combust,
stopping your undress.
Now your eyes filled with lust,
it’s you who now obsess.
Yet why should you obsess?
I have yet to thrust.
Deep into that velvet caress,
over and over till I combust.
So continue your slow undress,
become overwhelmed with lust.
My pride rises the peak of my lust.
I see your eyes widen and obsess,
in anticpation of my thrust.
Instead I tease with sweet caress,
and smile as you almost combust,
another pause in your undress.
Your dress slips down revealing what’s left to undress.
My heart filled with lust,
I slip my fingers between and slowly caress.
I feel you smile, shudder, and thrust.
Oh yes, do obsess,
till I let you combust.
No you may not combust.
Not till you undress.
Those pout lips filled with lust,
attempting to make me obsess.
Yet I control your wanton thrust,
with this simple caress.
Softly I continue to caress, and again nearly you combust.
I feel the wet heat of your lust, as you hurry to undress.
Your eyes fixated and obsess, as i begin to thrust.