Love making

This is more than simple
Sex with a stranger.
This is love making with
A woman who is tonight the
Benefactress of pleasure.
A woman who knows me
And my every desire,
Intimately. A woman who
Knows how I want to take her.

With tongue and lips.
Fingers and dick.
Never a quicky when our bodies
In the mind numbing sensation, meet.
We dont fuck, Not always,
Tonight. we commence
To Sweet copulation.
Talking about procreation.

Locked lips, intertwined legs
Heavy breaths, moans
Skin slick with sweat

Not an inch left uncaressed
My pilgrim lips settle
Into the crook of her neck,
As she presses/drags slender
Hot fingers into my back
Teeth into my skin.

My adventurous tongue
lingers upon her breasts
And she arches her back,
Giving my mouth full access

The bed sheets have been flung away
The bed, a cloud soft and high
As our bodies like wind sway and twist
Faster and slower between her thighs
In harmony with the motions of her hips

She pulls me down at the waist
Into a tighter lovers embrace and
After a time,
Her bright misty eyes
Widen then shut.
Her heavy breaths catch
As she reaches climax

My body shudders as I release
My limbs loosen, my knees weak
And I fall beside my beautiful,
luxurious, ardent Queen.
No not sex. Love making.