Let me make a gun with my fingers,
Approach you with murderous intent,
With one target in mind,
Your feet trembles,
Your legs gives way,,,

My hands find your nipples through the soft cotton of your pjay top,
I feel your heart beating quicker,
I lick my fingers,
As I start stroking the wet warm space between your legs,
You get wetter and wetter,
My thumb finds your clit as it gets harder and harder,
A soft groan,
In the most melodious tone,,,

I stroke and rub,
Your heart beats even faster and faster,
Until you gasp,
A feeling of surge,
A total head clearing bliss.
@R.poet