This is that last part
After maybe a few false starts
After she gets to know me
Well
I become a teaser
Pleaser
Finding all the soft places
I can squeeze her
Lead her
To a table
Lips feel her
Thighs
Need her
Eyes
Closed
As I get further beneath her
Clothes
Cotton
I didn’t expect it
To be one of those
Innocence disguised
By her willingness
I suppose
I started pulling them down
She wasn’t opposed
To her legs wide open
Slightly exposed
Breathing getting deeper
She could feel my breath
Getting close
To her navel
As she laid back on the table
Good thing she was on a surface
That was stable
Her heat radiating
Making me impatient
To rock her boat
Like a cradle
She’s “fiending” for some cane
But I’m able
So I’ll take my time
If you’re still wondering
If these words are fact
How I do this
Well
The only way stories tell
In a way that you’ll know them
Well
Is if they’re yours
And for that to happen
You have to know me
Well