For foreplay there's four phases
Ways to create simulations from stimulation
To intoxicate the mind with lust
And swarm thoughts with desire
Igniting an endless fire
Words raise the blaze
Stoking the imagination
Lubricating thighs with a couple breaths
As the breadth subconsciously extends
Welcoming the influx of warmth
As my body gravitates towards your call
The beckoning cradled within your irises
Locked onto my lips excited at the thought of its touch
It's plumpness melting into your velvet
Inducing an erotic dance between our tongues
The tension tightens between our bodies
With each second and each lost inch
A bitten lip and rhythmic rise of your chest
Giving permission for consumption
Asking...pleading to be ravaged
This is your stimulation
This is your stoked fire
Your avenue to pleasure
A poem to play with your thoughts
This is phase one
