You could take me….. there

Staring, into your deep, dark eyes
Knowing very well, what they imply

Your skin so tanned and oh so sleek
My hands taking their time, as you get weak

Lips and tongue, gliding across my throat
Sensory stimulation begin to promote

Plunging into your responsive embrace
My curious mouth desiring a taste

Your stimulating breath lingering over my skin
How could this ever be called a sin?

Your hectic hands across my breasts
Making me beg for more requests

Now, slowing down, my mouth surrounds
And voices making guttural sounds

Proceeding leisurely along the way
Sudden whims I like to obey

Ahh..yes, you could take me there
This all started, with a stare…..