Pampered.... - Jamaica Talk

tonguetwistnu · #1 (**permalink**) 12-14-2004, 06:57 PM

This is your day luv, its all about you,
shhhhh, I know you have to work,
thats why I started it off early for you.
I called your job and told them you were
not feeling well.
I called mine to tell them I have to take care of
you.
Baby don't worry about the lost of pay and
the things you had to do today.
The money for today's lost is in your account
plus a little OT can't disclose the amount.
Please lay back and relax, your water is running
and expresso is just about ready.
Oh hears a peck on your neck, plus I love you, Baby!

No, No, No, No sweetie, let carry above rose peddled floors,
to your steamy hot bath awaiting, a slave, I'm yours.
Pears and strawberries mixed scents, indian musk, no much
just a hint.
A basket of fruit to entertain mouth with massages coming too.
Its your day baby anything the sky the limits boo, no limits for you.
Orange juice freshly squeezed, fresh bought from todays
deliveries.
A tape playing quiet storms essentials, CD playing smooth jazz
wine in tall flukes, his and hers on the glass.
Total darkness with candles all over the place with love.
Flowers of different kinds at each corner of your tub.
At the begining to the ending of day, love making come your way.
I slowly lather your skin, washing with massaging, sensual touches
within.
Take the final sip, eat the last taste of the oysters.
apply cool air to wet skin, let me be your towel,
absorb your moistures.
Hey, hey, you will not step on this floor my lover,
I am your servant that carries his queen, from one
place to another.
Direction is the balcony and watch the sunrise,
long hugs and kissed lips, while admire glare
from stare in your eyes.
Sitting in rocker embracing and kissing until sun's light
produces shadows of figures imitatiing our every move.
Dancing against under currents, winds sounds on beat,
from side to side groves.
Proceed to the bedroom, still carrying across the floor,
lye you down go downtown, giving you messages from
tongues roar.
Tickles taking you to heavens,
giving you stars in the days,
blue skies and white clouds at night.
Sunshine while it rains, and rainbows on cloudy days.
I'll show you how I connected tthe stars, moons and planets,
to make our faces with hearts behind us,
One swallow with show yesterday today and tomorrow.
On the bed, reside three boxes.
Each in different wrapping,
each different size.
The first is the dress you will wear tonight.
Tickets to a concert, dinner by candle light.
A horse and carriage is awaiting.
How about a ride through the city.
Drop us off a viper convertible,
but you still getting carried though.
Barry our feet in the sands,
you are my woman, I and I am your man.
Just part of the night life.
THe second box is the night gown.
Pearl in white, shear in various sites.
Mesh thongs, mesh bra tha is strappless,
strappy 4 inch stilletto's,
dayum, my eyes can't let go.
Perfume by Escada,
Necklace by Tiffanies,
Man slave for the night
provided by twisty.
See no limits on spending,
tonight has no ending.
We catch the farrie at 7:15,
ride it for hours in the harbor,
7:23 we kiss and hold each other
letting our kiss making the sun fall down.
Home again!
Undress you than dress you.
In the after hours setting,
with me letting you letting,
from dryness to wetting.
Moon beams in the bedroom,
thug loving, lusting, then sexing,
this hole that hole, oh, oh I let go.
You smiled with relief,
you let it go when I released,
slippin and sliding on satin sheets,
hours going by like it was weeks.
Last box I pull out in front of thee.
On the edge of the bed on both of
my knees.
Will you,
do me,
the honor, see!
I to be mine,
forever mine,
spend your life
with me??????????

Can I do this for you again?

Pampered!