Skirt, thin and soft.
Hair, fine and blonde.
Breasts hang
straining a brassiere.
Firm brush
of hand over cloth.
Hands wander.
Hands hang ten
on your dangerous waves.
Curves, waves.

Charging down winding curves,
One hundred forty miles per hour.
One hundred forty heartbeats per minute
in an amazon rhythm
pulsate in palm and palm.
Hands run down your sides
to your feet and up your thighs.

DISCO!
and pink panties
slip over pale skin
past knees and ankles.
Flowery purple skirt falls
following the pink panties downward.

Bottoms up!  Bottoms out!
Bottom's a song about sex.
Bottom's sweet with perfume.
Hands explore the bottom's back
and move around the sides.
Hands full.
Fulfilled.

Fingertips slide over a slim waist.
Firm hand feels through pink push-up.
Lift of the left breast through the bra.
Unsnap from the back.
Bare back.
Pink bra hanging
from sculpted shoulders.
Busy hands groping
under loosely hanging bra.

Pink falls.
Then, a different pink
skirts the nipple on the left
flicking upon your breast
and sending soft tingles
shuffling through your spine.

Your want is a balloon
that grows with breath after breath
like the hot breath blasting upon your skin.

then pop!
Tongue finds the tip.
Tingles intensify.

Busy hands hold your back
as you look to the ceiling
for something to take you
from this sinful pleasure
while hoping to find nothing.
Suddenly move the lips and tongue.
Lips meet lips,
tongues likewise.

Suddenly, push!

You fall.
Bare back meets blue bed.
Blonde on blue bed.
Blonde ready for linguals.
Head back,
back snaking left and right.

Legs tensed
clutching the bed sheets
like your heart is stopped
and this tongue is reviving you
with shock after electric shock
that sets your skin on fire.
These are no mere tingles.

Tongue tensed
as long legs drape over shoulders.
Arms with busy hands curl
around those pettable thighs.

Tongue stroking,
    pink flesh on pink flesh.
Hands stroking,
    peach palms on satinesque legs.

Clutch on the bed sheets tighten.
Back arches.
Back arches.
Subdued voice exclaims, "oh!"

Clutch on the bedsheets loosen
and as your hands stroke the hair
of the head between your thighs
you feel beads of sweat building.

The head finds rest on your right thigh at last.