The temple of worship

My body is his temple,
where he comes to honor and worship and pleasure me.
His gentle fingers run over my body, making me think
I am in a winter wonderland.

His kisses shower me in places
my mind has never gone, making my
nipples hard and my pussy wet with
anticipation of him sliding up to the alter
to begin his daily worship.

His wisdom and knowledge of every curve of my body
makes me believe his willingness to serve me is his first priority, and as well as his pleasure.

He strokes my insides touching my g-spot and making me release my inner angles and demons who have come to play making me arch my back until i can go no higher, and my nipples hard with desire of his mouth sucking on them.

With the moans of being satisfied and cries for more, he leaves my body breathless and week and relaxed.

My skin tingles and glistens with our sweat and juices all over each other, wanting more. I am needing and wanting to be schooled again, like a bad child in need of a spanking.

His constant attention makes me want to return the pleasure by taking his body into my hands and begin to kiss him in spots that go deep in his mind.

To a place of peace desire and love.
taking his rod, I begin licking, sucking and rubbing it with my lips, hands and tongue.

Moving up his body placing kisses in strategic places to make him
whimper wanting more.

As I climb back up on him and place him back in my warm wet pussy, his body is now tingling wanting me to move slow then fast and hard.

He's away now in the winter wonderland, experiencing the frost
touching his skin, giving him chills of excitement
wanting to cum inside me, and leave behind......

the fantasy , the pleasure of the flesh being given to one another.
He is left to think of other desires and fantasies and of the winter wonderland of chills he has just experienced.