Idle
Hands & Erotic Minds
These
hands of mine
At
this moment in time
Have
nothing to occupy
Them
except for idle time
Which
for someone
With
a mind like mine
Where
erotic thoughts
Lurk
in hidden nooks of my mind.
What
happens when you mix
Hands
with ample idle time
With
the erotic thoughts
That
keep surging in my mind
Hands
which were once idle
Become
hands with a singular mission
Their
mission, why to act out
The
erotic thoughts in my mind
One
hand slowly unbuttons my blouse
As
the other slips to my lap
Lingering
only long enough to add fuel
To
the fire started by the hand at my blouse.
While
one hand has finished the buttons
With,
practiced ease and slips under my blouse
The
other hand slides down my thigh;
To
my dresses hem, and deftly slips inside.
One
hand free to caress
My
lace and satin covered breasts
While
the other hand slowly travels
Up
my naked skin in search its satin goal.
Nipples,
taunt with erotic desire
Beg
my hand to bring them pleasure
I
feel my dampness begin to flow;
Darkening
the veil of satin; shielding the goal.
My
upper hand slips under
The
covering of satin and lace
Caressing
the sensitive nipple
Painting
a smile; on my face.
While
my lower hand has found
That
ever so sensitive G spot
At
the heart of my flowery petals
Causing
my body to emit a lovely sound
Idle
hands and idle thoughts
Now
a part of the past
Replaced
by multiple erotic thoughts
That
guides my hands and brings me pleasure.
By
D. D.
©June
10, 2014
Suzy
Q. Stories Publishing
P.O.
Box 143, North Chili, NY 14514
All
Rights Reserved
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