Betwixt

She slowly shifts upon the bed
Her sweet languor an enticement
A sure lure for renewed rapture
And creating joy within the night
 
I feel her hands begin to stroke
And I can't help but to respond
With her touch bringing me to life
Prepared for her worlds of bliss
 
She takes me soon between her breasts
And their smooth texture seems sublime
If I can't seem to get enough
She just insists that she has time.