Playing By Your Command

Toys by my side
Awaiting your command
A ding lets me know you’re near
I read your words instead of feeling your hand–

“Show me…
The implements that will touch you
Instead of me”

“Show me…
The delicious spread
The offering of your arousal”

“Show me…
How you play alone
Drift your fingers to the moist mound
Spread the moisture to the domes
Of peaked nipples abound”

“Think of me…
As the climax approaches
Roll over and imagine
My light sensual touches
From the top of your ass
Up the winding spine of your back
And my fingers as they dance down”

“Feel my…
Lips upon your neck and breasts
Adding little marks of love where they graze
Breath hot and hurried
And the goose pimples on your skin that raise”

“Make me…
Want more than fingers and lips on you
Crave your wet lips around my rigid shaft
Leak sweet nectar from the tip
Up and down from fore to aft”

“Take my…
Sounds of extreme arousal
Grunts and groans as I thrust and bottom out
Playful tickles and twists of fingers on buttons and tips
Creamy delivery when I can take no more–”

No words are left between us
Just gasps and pants of hot breath
The occasional moan for the other
We clean ourselves up
Sweet and tangy, hot and salty
Both craving the tongue of the other

As we recover you leave me directions for later—

“Keep my voice in your thoughts
I care for you deeply and I need to see you again
See you pleasure yourself for me
With your hands but by my command”