Racing Hearts

Close your eyes and picture the pleasure.
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.

A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.

I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?

Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”

Shifting gear to overdrive,
I lunge forward in one stride.
Hearts are racing, Every nerve alive,
Time to speed up, this pleasure ride.

Gazing deep into your eyes,
I slip in and watch the surprise.
We then race all night together.
Speeding towards an orgasmic pleasure.

As you tremble,
As you shake,
I throttle forward, a roaring load,
And feel you, shatter and explode.

The flags are up,
The race is done.
I then whisper,
“Lets do another one”