My Turn

Take my hand
And dance with me
I know the rain is coming
But we’ll need the cool touch
Of the raindrops to cool us down
We’ll dance real close
Nothing can separate us
I’ll ignore my nervousness
Hide my shyness
Push my I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing fear down
And make the first move
I’ll kiss your lips
Your mouth
Taste you fully
Before I move to kiss your neck
As I take my hand from yours
I’ll remove your shirt
I want to see your beauty
Kiss them, taste them, hear you sigh
But I’m thirsty for more
And work your buckle and remove
The rest of your clothes
Lay you down on our picnic blanket
It’s my turn to please you now
Kissing your lips
Your neck
I won’t forget to touch them to your shoulder
Down to your chest
Each breast will get some attention
No need for jealousy among them
I’ll move down your stomach
To your sensitive button
To kiss, nip and lick
Make you wet
With the touch of my tongue
I’ll work you over
And over again
Until you’ve gone over that edge
And drink you up
As the rain cools you down