The Tango of Lujuria
She was fresh like water on young jasmine leaves.
She bloomed in flavour of young delight, watering, succulent, young lips that deliver the pleasure of seduction.
She felt soft like petals drenching me with her lips of love.
She was wanting, tempting, young desire that I loved and craved.
Her body gave into my rhythm of my fingers.
Her youth was tender and fragile.
Her skin unknown to the world of men, her fragrance circled around my pallet, creating more desire to be close.
Her teasing words falling over themselves as a confused girl spoke of pleasures known only by gentlemen, raw and eager to ravage something beautiful.
She sat chewing her gum, slinging it side to side in her mouth, tempting me, licking her lips, offering a taste.
We spoke of nothing relevant or engaging, but rather flirted in words of sexual appetite, only offering a stroke, a touch, a pinch.
Brushing hands over rising nipples.
She whispered the pleasure for the night which excited my senses with the mystery of happy endings.
crisp and lovely
A great acheivement involving so many of the senses to amplify feelings and meaning.