Broken

Missed you stukkened she said
Broken missed I am tempted
Flickering images invade my
Mind. Of lips kiss bruised
Red, wet, pouting, welcoming
Calling alluring me to taste
Warm woman her perfumed skin
Uncovered in slow desperate
Need to touch, taste, carres
Exposing hard,  hot nipples
Gasp inducing erect buttons
Pressed lead me trembling
Downwards toward her softly
Rounded belly and furhter on
Down, down. Legs part at touch
Tongue  touches, probes, tastes
Sighs invite me in, moans urge
Me onwards toward, toward
Haste, penetratiom, completion
Stillnes, silence only breathing
My hand hold tight, the throb
Of orgasm, wet smell, wamr
Droplets, strings, her face
Fades and darkeness ends that
Which cannot, must not ever be