The Poet's Secret

I whisper in your ear.
The left one.
The one with the cute roundness
And the small lobe
And its intricate folds
Close to the lovely angled jaw
Along the graceful lines of your neck
Laying on our right sides
While I wrap my arms around you
From behind
Resting my hands on your
Beautiful breasts
Tracing your nipples
With my lightly calloused fingertips
As my voice travels
From my lips saying
"Imagining it all
Can you feel my bulge
Resting in the valley of your hills?"
I grab your delicate small chin
Turn your face
Establish eye contact
To know you heard me
And feel me
As I spread your pussy
And place the tip at the entrance
And just slightly further  
Watching your face move
From serene to amorous
I stare into your green eyes and tell you
"It's You that I write about in my poems.
Do you know that?"
I slide my cock a little further inside you
Your mouth opens but no words escape
I nod knowing that opened the dam
To let your waters flow
Running my hand through
The course of your black hair.
A meaningful pull back of the head
As I thrust deep inside
Your damp pleasures
Vibrating all around my pillar
We both take a quick inhalation
Breathy together
Small beads of sweat start to form
The temperature has risen some degrees
I bite gently on your ear and then
I whisper in your ear,
“Would you like to hear how this poem ends?"