Sexual Games

He pulled me up from my knees        
Placed his thumb upon my chin        
He left a kiss on the tip of my nose        
Which made me squeal within        
I had just satisfied him with my tongue,        
My mouth and both my hands        
“Get undressed.” He then said to me.        
I love when he makes demands.        
Of course, I complied as he watched me        
And took in the sight of my curves        
I felt my cheeks grow hot and flushed          
Delight paired with a bundle of nerves        
Now completely naked        
My heart was beating through my head        
I became instantly wet when he stated,          
“Lay on your stomach on the bed.”        
In my mind, I thought, “Oh, my God.”        
This man can clearly read my mind.        
After seconds of waiting an eternity        
I then felt him from behind.        
He moved deliberately & slowly.        
His fingertips brushed my skin.        
Driven by greedy, sensual lust          
I needed him deep inside within        
My back naturally arched below him        
I could feel his cock was throbbing        
But oh, how he took such pleasure        
In my outpour of sexual sobbing        
I told him I fucking hated him        
Before moaning out his name        
Damn, I adore what he does to me        
During his unfair waiting game        
Teasing and tantalizing my swollen clit        
His fingers finally slid deep inside        
I clenched my fists and bit my lip        
Juices flowed out like a landslide        
My breathing became uneven        
I was on the brink of release        
So he pulled me back in slowly        
The Art of Waiting – His masterpiece.        
But then I felt his weight pin me down        
Between the sheets and under his size        
And I’ve never felt more freedom        
Then when he moves inbetween my thighs.        
His movements commanded my body.        
I rhythmically synced against his stride.        
He hurt so good, I cried, “Please, don’t stop.”        
The air smells of sex as our bodies collide.       
He whispered something in my ear.        
It made me push back into him hard        
I could feel him in my stomach        
His skill is impeccably avant-garde        
On the edge and almost tipping over        
I felt him pump into me once more        
And together there was a sweet release        
Then we both fell to the floor.        
Mmm, that feeling some call magic.      
When ecstasy takes you to another place.      
That one moment suspended in time.        
When sex and trust are interlaced.