Sometimes

Sometimes I want to make love.

I reach for you beside me,
Touch your face, your breasts, and then
Trail my fingertips down between your legs
My lips settling upon yours.
You close your eyes and lose yourself
In the pleasure washing over you.
Legs part as I slide between, a moaning,
Contented sigh as I enter.
Gentle thrusts, giving and taking,
Moving in unison, our goal in reach.
We finish, bodies pressed together
Happy in our mutual love.

Sometimes I want to be satisfied.

To have you reach out to me,
Wrap your soft hand around my shaft,
Holding me, squeezing me gently,
teasing me with anticipation.
To have you scrape your fingers
Over my balls until I moan
Before grasping again my hardness,
Stroking slowly, up and down my length.
You feel the need within me,
Moving faster as I edge closer
Until your efforts are rewarded
With my cry of satisfaction.

Sometimes I just want to fuck.

To reach for you beside me,
Kneading your breasts and then
Moving above you, spreading your legs,
Guiding my cock to your waiting entrance.
Then a quick thrust to penetrate,
An animalistic urgency driving me,
Driving us.  I take you, relentlessly
Invading your body, seeking my pleasure.
You respond to my aggression,
Matching my movements, seeking release,
Until with wild abandon, I flood your cunt
With my seed and we collapse.

Sometimes I want all three.