An invitation, sent inside
the deep caress of your mind.
I feed you vision, of sunset's fall.
You are the night- sensation tall.
I brush you soft, with palest lips.
Feel me. The wind, in gentle kiss.
Nipping you slow, that hidden place
on shoulders crevice, lovely taste.
Intoxicating, breathing more
The scent of you. My tempest storm.
Our forms shimmer as shadows fade,
I bend to knees. A need to taste.
A crown of midnight, I bow to feed,
slide down so hard, with mouth of need.
Your fists- a tangle in my hair
Tongue in swirl, eyes meet.. stare.
I fasten tight, as you warm dip,
mouth in suckle, greedy sip.
Burning tempest, I mount while you stand
and plunge down fast, my rear in hand.
Small palms on shoulder, so I sway,
In lazy circles, hips of play...
Grinding low in final thrust-
I end mind-merge in throes of lust.