I love seeing a beautiful woman open up for me – not just her legs, but her heart and soul.  It always gets me right in the feels… women being authentic is a big turn on for me.  I love seeing the shy ones open up though… like a flower budding. So beautiful!  Here’s a poem

Open Up

Open up…

Let me see the beauty of your femininity

As shyness parts along with thighs;

Let courage shine as slit glistens in the light of my adoration.

Open up…

Let me taste the passion of your lips,

As my nature rises with the anticipation of our joining.

Let my desire to worship at your pearly gate.

Make my every move slow, purposeful, reverential:

Feel my fingertips grace the skin along your inner thigh,

Feel the sigh rise from sensitive skin as goosebumps follow my caress,

Feel the breath of my heated need hover – just so – right above your entrance,

And open up… wider….

Let me enter with questing finger, dipping beneath the surface.

Let shyness fall aside with composure

As questing finger searches deeper,

Seeking the elusive button, the ridge of pleasure hidden from view –

Except for the truly worthy.

Open up…

Feel fingers curling in serene worship,

Finding tender spot upon upper wall’s quivering flesh,

And may the call to cum hither start slowly, deliberately,

As excitement simmers.

Temperature rises.

Open up ….

Lips above, as below, part in silent scream;

Pressure built up until valve releases.

Eyes squeezed shut, and voice breaks silently, above the threshold of human comprehension.

And, suddenly, the call the cum hither, comes thither….

Liquid elation flushes down willing probing digit,

Flooding skin with scent of musky jubilation,

And screams, muffled by overstimulation, find volume

Moans and shudders given voice as body shakes, as lust liquefies.

I close my eyes, aural fixation satisfied,

As I slowly remove my finger from the depths of your soul,

And kiss your upper lips, preparing for the trip down

To the dripping south.