Watching The Oscars

Snuggled up, not a care.

Fingers stroking, softly through hair.

Watching the Oscars, looking at stars.

But the brightest of all, was in my arms.

Snuggled up, in our world.

A happy Daddy, with his Babygirl.

Watching the Oscars, where bombshells dress to impress.

But the most beautiful bombshell, was led head on my chest.

 

Drained

You’ll slip those little knickers off,

Let them drop down to the floor.

You’ll come and snuggle up with me,

Let me feel your soft skin’s warmth.

I’ll gently stroke over your moistening clit,

I’ll tease you and you’ll moan.

And as I slip my fingers in,

You’ll growl a wanting groan.

We’ll lie like this for hours my love,

You’ll come over and over again.

We’ll pet heavier than ever before,

And I’ll leave you contentedly drained.

Tender touch

The gentlist caress,

Barely touches your soft skin.

Tracing lines,

Tickles bring grins.

Moisture giving lotion,

Rubbed in with fingers.

Massaging flesh,

The soothe will linger.

Neck to shoulder,

Arms and back.

Kneading your rump,

Down legs I track.

Rolling you over,

Rising up shins.

Deeply pressed thighs,

Passing by thoughts of sin.

Flat belly drawn,

To nipples erect.

Rolling in grasp,

Such perfect small breasts.

Then there again,

Shoulders stress soothed.

A look in your eye,

And a quiet ‘I love you’.