My Muse

I see myself holding you
close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see
as I daydream,
I know I’ll get tenfold tonight.

Running my palms across
your breasts,
as you tremble and bite your lip.
Feeling your hands upon
my chest,
The softness of each fingertip.

Tasting your neck so sweet,
so soft,
And slowly lowering my kiss.
Over pert nipples,
across your navel,
And finally into pure bliss.

Looking upon your face
from below,
As you tilt back your head;
Feeling your fountains begin
to flow,
As you ease back on the bed.

Your "innocent little devil" look,
Crying insatiably with
the sensation;
Lip to lip lapping up every drip
From the well of
your creation.

The way I pull you up
by the hair
To the heat of your mouth,
on fire;
No other thoughts, no other cares,
Just the quenching of mad desire.

Riding the tide of passion,
Pushing my love into you.
On the waves of your emotion,
In slow motion,
so sweet and true.

Pulse pounding in resounding rapture,
Taken to the hilt,
then just past;
Rhythm growing, faces glowing,
The climax coming fast.

That heated, illicit look
of ecstasy across your eyes;
the culmination nearing,
within your undulating thighs;
Echoing throughout the heavens
on overindulgent cries.

The sultry look upon your face
in reaching that gyrating gush;
the way you bite my fingers
when I try to make you hush.

Your arching back, your
fingernails,
The way you bite your lips
when you can't scream;

Your perfume mixed with sweat,
The way you keep rubbing against me
With your insides already so wet.

The way when I’m beat dead
and ready to fall face first
to the floor;
you put your sweet lips to my ear
and whisper, “Daddy, I want some more!”


MrWrite217