As You Seek My Gifts

As You Seek My Gifts



A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.

As I began to work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then our heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.

Piece by piece,
Until there were no hidden places,
Just the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
As skin meshed with skin,
While the floor becomes the stage.
I moved atop of you easily,
And lowering myself gently.
Kissing as I fill you

As a gasp broke the kiss,
My hands stroking the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm giving way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
Arching your body for comfort,
Throwing you into ecstasy,

With the strength of my blows
Left you screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As I growled your name from the back of my throat,
And our bodies both demanding more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grown, then released
Then you moan and released
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.

As I wound my hands in your hair,
And pulled until the flesh on the back of your neck was taut,
I moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,

Leaving our screams to echo like battle cries
As I collapsed on top of you
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
As you seek my gifts again.


By nutbuster