Soft yet sensual,
Smooth fingers that bend, and caress.
The arousing sensation created by your hands,
Moving slowly around my breast, and heightening the tension within.
Two fingers encircle my mound as you gently touch my pleasure zone.
Around and around go your fingers,
Deeper and deeper I fall within your power.
Touch me, caress me, pleasure me.
I crave you as you place your fingers within.
Up and down you slide, in and out.
Your digits are like magic as you play me like an instrument,
You are my conductor, I am your student.
Louder and louder becomes my voice,
Touch me, caress me, please me.
Then, with a crescendo, I am quiet once again.
The symphony has ended.