Sweet sir

Sweet sir is my fantasy coming to life
Thoughts of lust he does put in my mind
This is all it takes to fuel the fire

I am at his mercy with no regrets
Because I know everything he does
Is going to be magnificent

His words are his touch
They are all I have to hold onto
A voice that can make me squirm
Why would I not want to fall to his feet?
To do as he asks without second thought

I caress myself slowly and gently.
Soft little feather touches
Torture within teasing I know I enjoy
Turn me on ever so slowly
Work it up from the tips of my toes
By making it this way I know he enjoys
And to please my darling sweet sir
Is all that I wish to do.

I touch myself as I think of you
And the way that I might feel
To have you inside of me
You touching and teasing
Of course you can explore
Knowing that you know
Exactly where to touch
In order to turn me
And what may I ask
Is sweet sir trying to turn me into?
I will touch myself in anticipation
Of finding out his plans for me

A moan escapes my lips
As I pretend to hold it in
Knowing there is just no use
The more I hold back
The worse I want to scream
And therefore I let another moan
Escape my swollen lips
The more I moan the more you enjoy

Moaning becomes passion
Passion becomes lust
Lust become touch
Touch becomes feel
Feel becomes want
So where does this leave me?
Lusting after sweet sir
Reaching to touch sweet sir
Wanting to feel sweet sir
And wrapping up another session
I moan for sweet sir.