Older Man

They call you an older man. A difference in age that gives you a reputation.
The taboo of being your submissive; a status, a secret that I hide because I am too selfish to share.
Your blue eyes are ice in my summer skin, an unfamiliar touch that I chase
The freckles on your shoulders represent the women that'll fall for your charms. Shoulders that have been held by more than just me, squeezed in the heat of moments.
We mix in chemistry; our efforts soak the sheets I clutch at, like your hair;
A brush against my thighs when you taste me. Chocolate and vanilla never made such good companions.
I see fire in your eyes, extinguished only by my final calls, melodic moaning is the only song you taught me, conducted by your passion.
Your experience leaves me with wanderlust for your tongue, I'm hungry for your touch on my curved frame.
Tease me so my round eyes can tease you with my tongue in cheek that you provoke. Nobody can put a muzzle on me.
Black lace fills my mouth that I once wore until you used it as a weapon. I taste fire.
I bounce until pleasure trickles from your temples and you curse because you have no words to describe how you feel.
I feed you ecstasy from my own temple that you savour; holy water runs down my legs after your offerings.
You're the only one who can do my body justice.
I'm not broken, just bent, a twisted sense of need for a man who knows how to satisfy me
Pour yourself into me so I can get my fill of your taste, the rippling muscles on your back that I pound against when you bite me, pinned to the bed underneath you
Love isn't what I want, isn't what I need. I'm an animal craving needs much simpler
I need to be consumed; I need to drown in your passion that other girls can only dream about
You use every part of your body to set every part of mine on fire, how do you do this to me?
I dream about our next encounter, another day of play; I may be a child but I know what I want.