That One

Once a woman comes to know herself sexually, she often finds that different partners are specialists at different things.

Some can perform tongue twisters with their mouths.

Some are magicians with their hands.

Yet others, a special few, have that joy stick that pushes all the right buttons.

That's not to say they ain't good at the other things, they're just better at that one thing.

But then you meet that one.

That mythical being who knows how to use all the tools he has to make your body sing a special song for him.

When your lips meet for the first time, you think, oh, it must be his mouth! The way his lips feel, and the way his tongue moves, he could be writing an entirely new language on your body. 

But then he starts to touch you, and your taken to a new atmosphere! Cuz the way his fingers danced across your body from head to toe, you're about ready to come and he hasn't even scratched the surface.

He's that one who, while his hands are squeezing you from behind, and his mouth is teasing your nipples, his middle leg is grinding right on your nub.

All the while you're wondering, can it get any better?

Yes indeed it does!

He's got you panting for air, your hair is a mess, you can't see straight, and you're speaking in tongues.

And he still ain't fucked you. Yet.

Then he shows it to you. That Alabama black snake makes your mouth water as he rolls on that condom ready to give you everything he's got.

You hold your breath in anticipation praying it feels as good as it looks, and believe me honey, it looks amazing!

When that man enters you, the one with all the gifts, he takes every inch of his time getting closer and closer to your inner most depths.

Girl...

All the while his hands is workin' that magic on the outside, his mouth is doing wonders from the top on down.

Now his python is meeting every sensation from the floor up.

And as another orgasm makes it self known, you can only smile and think,

Oh yes! He's that one.