Lady At The Door

Lady at the door:
I twist the knob opening the door - slowly,
Your perfect figure comes into view,
Red lips, hazel brown eyes and those perfect curves,
Delectable to the eye, I consume you,
You lift your palm, I hold it in mine, guide you in,
Silence ensues, stirring up a tension we are both familiar to,
I come closer, as do you distance being nothing more than zero,
I lick my lips, your eyelids close as you draw in,
Velvet smooth lips gliding over mine, just enough teeth enough tongue,
Our toungues in battle, each one on conquest for victory,
You back up against the wall, back arched, eyes wide,
Begging for more, I acquiesce to your womanly request,
A kiss on your neck and a nibble as well,
Clothes slowly coming off, unconscious stripping,
Planting soft wet affection all over your body,
Finding your lady haven, my tongue a pen as a love letter I write,
Unending sentences, paragraphs each plot reaching the climax,
Convulsing your paralysed body lays, attention still not quenched,
I explore your inside with myself, you take me all in with but a gasp,
I rock forth and back, gyrating your hips we fall into phase,
A journey we both want to never end, as time and again the traveller quickens his pace,
The destination is clear in your eyes, they shutter,
Your body exploding  as does mine, right on time, palpitations die down,
Labored breathing and glistening bodies, you slide over me,
The journey begins again....