clay perry

Mistress

Still sleeping, Sweet Mistress
eyes closed to morning sun
taking the deep red coverlet in trembling fingers
i lift it away from Your breasts
that i may drink in their fullness
sheerest black
veils nipples
kissed with pink
the sudden snap of cold
twists them to attention
She stirs
further down the coverlet
a shiver escapes Her luscious form
my index finger traces
hollow of neck
to fullness of mound
two fingers now tracing lips lazy with sleep
smooth, dusky
i feel the damp as my own
soft moaning escapes Sweet Mistress's white ...