I recall many nights with you,
Under the skies of mid-December
It seemed almost nightly, you were wearing that nightie
We called it “ugly pink”, remember?
My eyes would secretly glide
Up and down that satiny gown
Hungrily drinking, the shiny fabric clinging
To every curve of your nubile mounds
My attention fully stolen
Your delicate rosebuds, pouting through
Heartbeat racing, as my gaze continues tracing
The encircling pink flesh revealed, too
Now you lay behind me; you spoon me
Drawing the scent from the nape of my neck
Surely you knew, how hard I am for you
And by now you sense my intent
So I reach my hand behind you
Sliding that satin over your hips
Crisp air of autumn, kissing your bare bottom
My warm hand claiming your cool flesh
Pulling you even closer
Til your thighs are brushing mine
This is from where, I feel the cushion of hair
Of your feminine mons against my spine
I summon your knee.
To cross over my hip
Completely unguarding and excitedly starting
To ease open your private pink slit
My nervous hand continues
With a love slow and tender
Excited to hold, your petal soft folds
Taking an innocence you’ll easily surrender
To the mouth of your arousal
Gentle fingertips arrive
Pink wings stretched and wet, so eager to accept
My finger’s slowly exploring slide
I hear the sweet release
Of a soft and satisfied sigh
Then quick movement of your hips, join sharp breaths escaping your lips
As I touch your orgasm from inside








Delightful piece and a lovely memory for you.
Thanks for visiting, Peter. I’m pleased you found some delight in the piece.
This is a bit dreamy. I like how you reminisce.
Thanks for reading and dreaming with me, Fia!
A truly mesmerizing encounter you paint so exquisitely. I really love the composition here and your imagery is sensual magic. Erotica at its finest.
John