Pleasure Flight

 As back you lay your lovely headBody supine upon the bedMy hands rest on your bent kneesPushing apart by slow degreesRevealing to my waiting sightYour flower, pink, to my delightA moment there I, savoring, lingerBefore reaching out with just one fingerTracing ‘twixt those glistening lipsWaiting there, between your hipsThen tasting the sweet nectar foundAs my heart begins to poundLeaning çankaya escort forw’d between spread thighsFrom both us escape soft sighsSight and taste are quickly joinedBy sound and scent, from there purloinedAnd lastly, touch, joins in the frayA finger slips inside to stayMy lips upon your clit alightCould we do this all the night?A second rus escort finger slips insideI feel you settle for a rideSilken slickness spreads aroundI listen to the slurping soundCurling, twisting fingers danceInside you – it is romanceBut lust also drives us onWill this go on until the dawn?Your taste – so primal, delectableTremors in me build – detectableYour eryaman escort clenching vagina squeezes meEncouraging, more, as with a pleaStroking you there deep insideAs we begin to reach our strideJust focused upon pleasing youWell, that, of course, but me, too!Listening, watching, tasting allInhaling, feeling, in such a thrallAt last the tremors begin to swellTo consume you – and me as well!Pulsing, throbbing, swaying weLost in pleasure – so carefreeA tumultuous release we soon reachDepriving us of lucid speechCollapsing back down as onePanting, sweating.. but we’re not doneFor over and o’re again tonightWe’ll resume our pleasure flight