Pussy Control

..To her surprise,
 
his poetic dominance
seduces her desire
for what is to come.
 
Yet he is such a man
that if she felt like
being in control, it
didn't threaten him,
it amused him.
 
Her teasing, wanton
behavior, invites him
to make love to her.
 
Yet he would wait until she
was begging in white-hot
need, so that all she would
experience when he fucked
her was pure sexual pleasure.
 
One of the most beautiful  
things about her is her  
passion, and he knew he'd  
never have enough of her.
 
Molding his lips and
his body to hers
as she lay captive
beneath him;
 
he penetrates her
with a steady
pressure until he
was anchored deep.
 
A shudder jolts
through his body
then with long
drugging strokes
he began to make
her his.
 
 
..She didn't fight it
she welcomed it
relished it
loving the fullness and
instinctively knowing
the pleasure would
drown everything
with exquisite
liquid tremors.
 
He stroked deep and
hard, knowing the
surging wave was
building inside her
as surely as it built
inside himself.
 
He urged her on
with raw whispers
of love, taking untold
pleasures in controlling
her cries of passion.
 
Then, suddenly, she
screams and clings to
him tightly, and a cry is
torn from his own throat,
as they climax together.
 
 
..Soft and feminine, she
stretches like a sexual cat
with a bellyful of cream.
 
His gift to a Goddess..