From leather to lace

I met this girl on a train
and she really caught my eye.
We talked a while and stumbled into
a sleeper, you can figure out why.

She intoxicates me with
her every breath of air,
I run my fingers ever so
gently through her hair.

She touches my senses
every time she kisses me.
Her hands turned from leather
to lace and became free.

She runs her hands down my
chest to where I desire.
She touches my soul so
deep my skin's on fire.

She uses her tongue cleverly
to make a path to mine.
She tastes so elegant and
pure like an aged wine.

Her fingers start to wander all
over my body like a blind man.
Her touch is so pure she'll do
all to pleasure me that she can.

She turns me on like a virgin in a
whore house in more ways than one.
The things she does to me are amazing
it doesn't take very long for me to cum.

She gets up and says to me
that she really has to go.
Leaves me here in wonder if
I'll see her again, who'll know.


By,
countrybabe