FINGERBOWL

Alone,

She sits

Waiting

For the invasion

Never

Did she waiver.

Sinuously smooth

Always wet

Without a frown

Or fret,

She imagine the ripples

Flowing

And the gentle taps

Of rapture’s closure…

Wincing slightly

Above a fine linen’s

Fame, trapped

From a finger’s wrath

And purging hands

Ejaculate

Premature

Joys of purification…

Taken for granted

As intimate flames

Sway

To the rhythm

Of whispered

Conversations in heat,

Lips,

Politely smack

Relishing,

Those endearing flavors

Of satisfaction’s yearning

She watches eagerly

Patiently lingering

For her rider

In the storm,

As her residue

Is wiped away,

A subtle victory

Has been won

The feast removed

She remains hypnotized

Alone,

Barely tainted

Is my

Fingerbowl….

© 2011  VERBALSKILLZ