This poem is called deep rivers

His eyes burned deep into my soul
his lips played a melody with a body that craved
while his hands were the guitar strings that
hit every note that i had in me

You don’t know the half of it…
You are just in the beginning of it….
Listen carefully….no more talking
Just cum in the groove of it…
Licking it stroke for stroke…

He whispered what he wanted to do
one step at a time
as his lips slowly explored
from my ear to the back of my neck
down to the cleavage that awaited him
attention paid to each breast
nipples hard as diamonds
as he wet tongue teased and tortured each one
moan escaped
pleas of continuance

Slowly he reached out a hand and traced
The line of her jaw…his tongue traced her lips,
Then parted them and slowly explored
The velvet darkness of her mouth
She watched those seismic wobbles
With her whole body paying full attention.
All payment is due at the time that services are rendered,

And he would whisper
no need to rush
i needed to have him
feel him deep inside
but not before he took my mind
to a place that i didn’t want to return from
my addiction needed to be fed
my pussy needed to be licked
stroked
and explored in many ways
while my clit was given the ultimate stimulation
he knew exactly what i needed
even what i wanted

Temptation was inviting,
But no words needed to be said,
So, nervously i could feel the tightness of
Her pussy as she forced herself down on me.
Every stroke trying to get me deeper inside her,
As our bodies coordinated with each other…

And he gave me that and more
he gave details of all that he would do
and he did just that
as my pussy came over
and over
he continued to suck various places
and the rivers continued to flow
juices that were sweeter than honey
he pleasured more than my body
my mind was given more than stimulation
he gives me knowledge of self
loving so much more
as the flow goes both ways

He stoked he clit
Stroked the outer lips of her wet quickly
Made her swelling puss call out sweet jesus
It was so sensitive even this early in the morning.
I brushed it lightly over the bald place left last night
She was rocking her voluptuous hips back and forth.
I smiled and pulled her left pussy lips into my mouth
And sucking on it. Then did the same with the other,
And the inner lips of her throbbing pussy.
Oh, daddy," she moaned, wanting my lips
On her love button, rocking her hips more.
I looked at her and smiled. You like that, baby
She said i need to be on top

I fucked him many ways
i needed to taste him to quench my thirst of him
to fill my emptiness
yes he gave me dick of strength
as my lips swallow all of him
and then
we go again
never ending pleasure…

Pleasuring in her whimpering
Whimpering hunger, never managing
To fully quench her thirst but she was
Attuned to the only way i fuck
She felt his prodding erection
How the ego loves to see
The stoic figure of a strong man
Quiver beneath her...
He raised his hands and looked at
Their emptiness.
It had brought him to the realizations
He needed to move beyond
Tap dancing in her pussy…
He needed to have deeper sex
With her mind…