The Perfect Recipe

Come thru the door
Peeling off clothes and leaving them on the floor
Your tongue tangled with mine
Our minds losing track of time
My small frame pressed against yours
Open and available for late night tours
Our song playing in the background
Although we can’t hear a sound
Breath ragged
As clothes are dragged
Finally to the bedroom
We go
Where I relinquish all control
The Leo Queen knows her role
She bends to your every will
Until time stays still
On top she rides
Enjoying the slick slide
Of you in her walls
Until you go deep, give her breath pause
Your lips on her breast
On her hips is where your hands rest
Orgasm rising
Walls pulsing
Ass slapping
Hands gripping
While legs squeeze
On the brink
Of a sweet release
Filled with desire and need
The perfect recipe