The feel of my silken caftan against my nude body is an erotic experience

I delight in wearing my silky, flowing caftan,
I am nude beneath it to please my man.
The silk whispers about my body parts,
My man knows what is going on beneath my caftan, making him faint of heart.
I float past him and he hears the whisper of the silk,
The feel of it is so divine against my skin of milk.
He pulls me to him and his hand slides up my thigh,
His fingers probe, soft hidden places, making me sigh.
He leans down, giving me a kiss,
I adore his sensuous lips, I never resist.
His tongue dances with mine, then makes a circular trip,
It is removed suddenly, as he begins to suck my bottom lip.
He takes my hands and leads me to a chair,
As he seats me, he slides my caftan up rendering me bare.
He kneels before me, spreading my legs, to get a better view,
Then kisses my pouting flower that is glistening with dew.
I moan with pleasure and grasp his hair,
His tongue is now swirling with gusto and flair.
Purr, purr, I am filled with delight,
My lover takes me higher, as stars dance before my sight!