I find that the way you look at me,
Full of lust
From the forceful capture of my lips by yours or yours by mine,
A nip, the entwining of tongues, is sensually sensual in an ‘oh my it’s gonna get better kind of way.’
The taste of you..mmmmmmmmmmm
The way your hands caress my body from cheek to calf,
Lingering over breast, belly, hip and mons
All those little places you love to see, to touch with a trail of kisses
It’s a satisfying trip, a trip
To know the kneading of your fingers on the supple flesh of my ass
Is a show of appreciation. I revel in it.
It’s an adventure to lay before you, spread wide
Like a dinner served family style, vulnerable to your gaze anticipating your touch
Your kiss, if one can call being devoured a kiss,
But your gusto is fascinating, the procedure addictive.
It’s a gift to have you
One I like to return
To watch your breath grow raspy, and your eyes flutter closed
While your toes curl because I have you in my mouth
Sucking and teasing, licking that space just below your balls
Mmm my inner goddess does a little Samba
That need I see in your face, the way your body coils
Is for me, because of me, in need of me.
And when your control snaps, and I’m thrust away,
Even in the moment of confusion
I know desire brings haste
even as I take the time to catch my breath I revel in the knowing of the fact.
But almost as suddenly as they left me rough hands position me
Legs lift almost automatically
So in tuned am I with your desire, your preference and I am eager to please.
Then there’s the gasp at entry, because even though we’ve done this a thousand times..
Each new time is a surprise, unique.
And whatever the rhythm or the motion,
Watching the bunch and coil of your body is hypnotic
Touching is like reading a story of passion scrawled in my own special type of braille
But sensation over takes me and while I want to watch your eyes,
While I love the weight of your gaze on my juggling everything
It’s too much and eyes close to savor the feel, of you…, in me
Admittedly there’s some embarrassment there, what must my face look like in your eyes?
Contorted in…. while you are focused above, below, around and inside me
But it fades as I shatter over and over
Involuntarily squeezing intimately, trying to make you a permanent installation
But you move mercurially taking me with you
And your behind me
The sinister slap of flesh on flesh joins the list of stimuli overwhelming my senses
And this time the praise of your kneading hands
Is joined by the hymn of your ragged breath and the moans that escape you control
“yes! I love …love …love it, oh gods I love it”
Sing your hymns and praise to the rhythm of fucking
Cause I want to be your empress, the object of your love, your lust, your possession
I want to be the one you think of when you have the brutal need to fuck, brutally
But even that is blindsided by the locomotion of our orgasm
Of the crescendo before the explosion
Just before the straining of limbs and muscles
The bowing of bodies and the arching of backs
Even as you’ve pinned me down
I don’t care I’m lost in my own, our own abandon,
Goddess stamping her feet in a wild primal dance and her god coming to sate her,
Just like that it’s over
But not really
Because in the quite aftermath it takes time for cognition to return
For doubt and fear and uncertainty to come
While we two lay there panting all is well because your mine in that moment
I am yours
Those simple truths are the only reality
well that is until we stir and the connection is broken
it really over
until next time.