To the beautiful lady whose name is in the title, I'm grateful. Thank you, darlin, for the inspiration and the friendship.
I want to taste your soul.
Will you let me?
I lay your naked beauty on a table made of gold and cushion your lush body on the softest of pillows.
You please me so well; the sight of you before me makes my hands tremble.
Fingertips, feather light, caress your glowing face.
Over top of you I lay, fully clothed. This time the pleasure is not for me, but for only you.
Whisper soft I kiss your lips, taste the warmth of your mouth as I stroke my tongue deep.
This need inside me makes my body quake with longing as I skim my fingers down your sensitive neck, my lips and tongue following slowly behind.
Your breasts are divine to my eye; the nipples calling out to me to suckle and with a moan I take your pebbled hardness between my lips.
I feel your hands caress the sides of my face, feel the gentle glide of your fingers through my hair as you cradle my head, holding me near.
My heart beats heavy as I pull you deeper into my mouth, hear the startled gasp from your lips as my teeth bite and tug, then feel your sigh as I sooth you with my tongue.