The Yearn

[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Secluded place.  
A lovely face.  
Eyes staring,  
almost daring.  
 
Pouty lips,  
lick fingertips.  
Erecting me,  
three times three.  
 
Lustful pain  
of wants remain.  
Swollen agony..  
I offer thee.  
 
Kissed by lips,  
my hardened tip.  
Mouth embraces..  
Wet tongue traces,  
raised vein...  
Still untamed.  
 
Hands in hair..  
I push with care  
to darkened space....  
Pressing close to face.  
 
Relaxed and filled.  
Still deeper tilled.  
You take me,  
slow and steady.  
 
Eyes catch mine..  
Sends chills to spine.  
Lips kissing again..  
Pulling deeper in.  
 
A thrust to face.  
A frantic pace.  
Sucking so devout.  
Quick strokes... in and out.  
Loving skilled mouth.  
 
Pressure builds  
with loving skill.  
Taken ever higher...  
Fulfilling raw desire.  
 
No longer in control.  
Burning mind and soul.  
Throbbing release..  
Relaxed....at peace....  
 
As your tongue  
licks and swirls  
lapping strings of pearls.
My mind moves  
to this....  
Thoughts of  
a kiss...  
A favor to return..  
To lick and learn..  
For it is now my turn,  
to quench your yearn.