How it Was

Not love,
Just pure,
Unadulterated,
Lust.
 
Before,
I,
Touch,
My fingers,
My tongue,
To your pussy,
You will be,
Dripping,
Running,
Down your thighs,
With desire,
With want;
Trembling,
Quivering,
In readiness.
 
Why?
 
This --
This,
Is why --
 
I will pull,
You close,
Run my hands,
Up your thighs,
Over your cute ass,
Grip those perfectly rounded cheeks,
Hold you close,
While kissing your neck,
Nibbling your ears,
Whispering,
Exactly,
What I will do,
Then doing,
Exactly what,
I have whispered.
 
My cock,
Between your legs,
Its base,
Rubbing,
Against,
Your clit,
Separating,
Your pussy lips,
Sliding slickly,
Caressed by them,
Not yet,
Parting them,
For entry.
 
Goosebumps
Will run,
Up,
Down,
Your body,
As I kiss you,
Taste you,
Tease you,
Arouse you.
 
Until,
You wrap your hands,
Around my cock,
Demand,
I allow you,
To lick,
To suck,
My cock;
Massage,
Lick,
My balls.
 
And,
Finally,
I will,
Flip you over,
Turn you around,
Twist my hands,
In your hair,
Force my cock deep,
Into your pussy,
Wet,
Dripping,
With your juices,
Running down your thighs.
 
Pinning you against,
The bed,
Repeatedly,
Force my cock deep into you,
My balls tight up against you,
My pelvis slamming,
Against your pelvis,
My groin,
Grinding,
Against,
Into yours,
Until you to climax  
Until your body shaking,
Causes,
My own orgasm.