Lesbian Poetry

The Massage

She glanced at the woman only but a second and can see the anticipation. she let her fingertips talk to her and let her sensual essence dive in as she started on her shoulders. firm yet strong hands to loosen the hardness that was her aching muscles. she felt the goosebumps rise like a fever once she laid her hands on her back, letting her know she responded back. winding her thumbs along up and down the sides of her she can feel her body in a wave of vibrance, eyes closed, as she kneads the small of her back. the eyes can't help but wander and gaze upon the beauty of her "body." she whispers gently in her ear careful not to stir the senses of fire, "how does that feel?" and she answers ever so sweetly, "feels good." the woman daydreams of "poison's desire" that touch beyond a touch, where a beautiful pink flower turns red and the mind explodes with pure ecstasy.... she continued back up to her shoulders and traveled slowly along her chest, just a brush of her fingers... she could see the response clearly and mildly went to her stomach hitting all the right muscles. the woman now felt a bit flushed, blushing like a schoolgirl at her first crush. satisfying and alluring she went carefully to her lower abs and massaged her bikini line... her perfume wild and vivid made her feel alive in more ways than one and she kept going and the woman didn't stop her, pressing and touching her, caressing those thighs. making way for that entrance full of heat and lustful thirst.... she is but a hummingbird waiting to drink deep from the flower of sweet poison...