Prologue: There's a song that has the line "fine things happen quick". I don't the title nor writer. I would like to ask you to gather 'round me, and sit back and relax and allow your senses to be slowly stimulated as I serve you, tonight...Love upon a Silver Platter.
My gaze fell upon you and instantly I knew
Beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were the one.
My fingertips gently guided your succulence
To my eagerly awaiting lips.
My tongue felt your moistness
As you teased and tantalized my imagination
With visions of the lusciousness of your taste.
I knew you were ready. I had to have you.
But not yet.
I wanted to savor your delectableness for as long as I could.
I smiled my most wanton smile at you,
As I whispered aloud, Let me prepare.
Just for you.
I melted sweet chocolate. Only the best for you
Upon my finest china dish
I drizzled sweet cream.
I placed this upon my silver platter
The finest lace doily tucked neatly by.
I take you into my finger tips once again
I’m eager, I can barely wait.
Slowly, I dip you into the sweet chocolate
And place you upon the dish of awaiting cream
There on the beautifully engraved silver platter.
I do this just for me.
Now you are indeed mine!
For a few tender moments, I take delight
In the beauty of you. I am captivated by the smell of you
My desire for you grows too intense.
I smile as I ravish you.
My delicate, ripe, red, chocolate dipped
Strawberry, that once was upon a silver platter.
I was thinking of a bowl of chocolate cherry cordial no fat yogurt and you didn't dissapoint me. Well done in setting the table for this ravishing delight to the senses, splendid write.
This sure wets the appetite and the lust for delicacies almost forbidden. mnnnnnnn sounds sooooo good.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 11, 2005
That serves us lustful, wicked people right. Leading up on. Keeping the sexual vision prominent and milking (hehe) from us every drop of desire and then laugh in our face when the lust turns to something else again.
What an invitation, Leah! What a build-up... what a climax! WOW! I have a hunch that most of us reading this will be the colour of that strawberry by about line 13! And you don't disappoint - you take us allll the way there. You are a Master Chef with this fine hors d'oeuvre and keep the juices flowing. Thanks for the experience - but reckon you through it have proved that, far from happening quick, once the vital spark is kindled it's the savouring of the slow-burn that creates the most intensity! Very well done. TY Kate xx
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
Love Tinka
Felix
Love you...Babe