What if I tell you those gifts
for you were actually for me, those
dresses i crafltly packed for you
were my fantasies to explore you
in them, again and again.
Aah! that excitement of yours
when you opened that Zivame.
Whoever said prom is for dance
and music knows only the half,
the other lies in privy pleasures
One stroke, one stroke by one stroke
I paint you naked, that shade ivory
steams up as you lay there,no brazier,
bare skin,velvet sheet,
play catalysts to our engines.
I,pianist of yours,stage you gently as my fingertips explore your bare back,
navel and down to toes
as i caress your thighs,
with an urge dominant as i act,
turn-round your body,love biting neck & ear
with one hand gripping your open hairs
You moan like a cat & me nibbling black currant lips of yours!
Purple mar your skin let's undo it,
in a cheeky way i cast out that Victoria's secret cheekies.
Biting your lips in excitement,whispered
“you are unbelievable,let me go he must be waiting,
Though erotic nightgowns obviously
need someone for undressing,
I see you in shower, early bright.”
You proceed to other room,
to feed our Baby.
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