My string of pearls...............................

He pulls aside the strip of silk

and silently worships my hidden treasures.

A natural modesty colors my face,

but I am no stranger to such touches.

With artful insinuations I deliver

my message, and he is inspired.

He runs his tongue between

my pink, puckered lips

savoring the salty sweetness,

the soft walls flowing

with a liquid gold.

With his every stroke,

the glistening pearl that peeks

from its hidden cowl

grows more tender, more responsive,

jumping in its own hunger to meet

his roving, commanding tongue.

And yet he knows I am more than

a single pearl, more a string,

each awaiting the touch

of his mouth, his hands, his body,

touches I eagerly return.

I am a profusion of hidden delights.

His urgent need: to bare each one.

Still my lips change from a morning blush

to a midnight blue as his lips linger,

bringing me to the brink of oblivion,

and I beg him to seek out other jewels.

My thighs, so sleek and strong.

My breasts, to nurse his every need.

Pink nipples, hard, candied, sweet.

My ears, to hear him whisper

those soft and alluring secrets

that gladden my heart, that reveal his love.

Now that his touches have aroused all my senses,

I see his own arousal, standing firm,

that thick, heavy organ I crave inside me.

He plunges into my folded depths,

too soon our flood of nectar flows,

and we melt into our own paradise.

My eyes, my ears, my breasts, my thighs:

Into each he has instilled more

love and lust than I knew existed.

Now we lie entwined, fulfilled for now,

but someday soon, once again,

he'll pull aside that strip of silk

and begin the joyous journey

from smooth gems to firm jewels.

Once again we'll blissfully explore

my precious string of pearls.

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