Parting my moist, pink curtains with her hands.
Wielding the creamy white liquid that pours out from my body.
Firmly manipulating it,
so it flows smoother down her throat.
As if she was dying of drought.
Dripping down her chin.
Gatorade could’t even quench her thirst.
Like a swimmer,
diving in water.
She parts her hands, and slips inside.
No wonder our erotic civilization was born in existence to the depths of wetness.
Her tongue seemed to tell a tale.
Each second seemed like a lifetime.
Her narration intensified between my thighs.
Moving with unrestrained energy and speed,
like a hurricane.
Sensations just about blew my mind.
Stroking from behind,
my free fingers grabbed my own thighs.
Pulse rate and heart beat now in the driver’s seat.
It was morally alive.
Five minutes slowly marched to forty-five…
as she purely dominated my inner thighs.
My legs quivering.
My mouth moaning.
Streams of salty sweat cascaded between us.
I can barely hold on to anything.
And its not my hands that lack the energy,
my brain can not seem to directly tell my hands to grab a hold of something,
without the continuous shooting feeling of pleasure circulating around my head.
My purpose is, but to serve you.
Through her domination, I find myself.
Show me what you most desire.
I am your slave…
captured by your love.
I await for her approval,
The fine line between pleasure and pain,
becomes even sweeter with her control.
Sauna heat builds as temperatures rise,
just a trickle of polished richness of liquid, flows forth from my drapes…
which leaves me erotically impaired.
Her eyes invade me.
I need your naughty vixen tonight.
We went for days…
In positions of varying degrees.
To convey with words adequately…
which kept flowing between her and I.
With my tongue I explored…
while attempting to memorize her reactions.
My fingers followed her avid contour,
exploiting her body’s gentle persuasions.
She was curved in all the right places.
Like a race track, my eyes eventually got dizzy.
I moistened my tongue and licked every perfect curvature.
Her squealing heightened as I moved my tongue in and out.
The sudden death grabs’ for her pillow only made me wanna go faster.
A Four letter word pulsated repeatedly out of her mouth…
the sluing movements of her hips felt like a roller coaster about to go off its tracks.
Her stiletto marks on the wall, made me wanna go even faster.
slowly marched to three hours..
and we were just getting started…
Anticipation of deep penetration.
No scientist or poet could ever define her sense of touch exactly.
She restrains me against a windowsill.
She pries apart my thighs and tells me to obey.
So I do what I am told.
As wetness develops…
I cant tell if im just rewinding our last love scene…
or im just that turned on by her dominance.
As I’m just about to cum,
my body is thrown into ecstasy.
An heroin addict could only dream of this high.
The feeling of her love for me pulsating throughout my veins,
makes my entire body shake,
ripping off all my clothes just isn’t enough.
Slamming her body straight on the floor is merely just the beginning of what pain is yet to come.
She lays there still…
Eyes wide shut.
The ‘Behemoth’ standing at attention.
It’s the only thing fake on her.
I kneel down before her and my eyes feast upon her masculinity.
I grip it like a child does when they get their first Popsicle.
I do the deed. The deed that only can stimulate her, in her mind.
Showing her that I will do anything for her.
The bobbing motion she can feel, as she delicately places her hand on the back of my head and grabs my hair.
I like it.
No, I fucking love it.
I decide right then, that she is ready.
Its what she likes best.
The silhouette of an enchantress beauty, riding the waves.
Throttling my body on top of her, just the way she likes it.
Slipping down her shaft,
fitting perfectly like a key in a lock.
I begin to pump her and watch her eyes roar…
fluctuating rapidly down on the floor.
Riding her is like riding a swan into the night.
Kama Sutra cant even put up a fight.
Our corresponding moaning, makes me lean into her chest.
My teeth grip into her shoulder blade.
Just enough for me to enjoy it.
I angle my feet behind, in between her inner thighs for more open flow and support.
As her hands grab a hold of my waist,
she slams me down harder, to feel the burning sensation of desire.
She gets completely spunned that I’m not the only one about to cum.
The shrieking of my voice makes her cum quicker.
Her nails penetrate in my skin.
The dripping of blood, sweat, and cum is the recipe that no chef can re-create.
Three hours slowly marched into the wee hours of the morning.
Where our aching bodies laid in peace.
Heavy breathing still escalating throughout us.
We could both die right here…
and feel like we just lived a full life.
Dont you dare try analyzing my situation,
and then presume sex was the motivation.
We were both each others heart stimulating sensations.
And we followed our temptations.
This is a place for us,
that no one else can enter.
A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls,
fused together for a moment in time.