The Levels of Enticement

The infidelity in those eyes
holds no boundaries
in the many ways
we could get tangled
in the sweet retreats

knocking on my back door
I pull you inside
to feel the pulse
of these midnight endeavours
that find position
in broad daylight

The natural light
to shine across
the contrasts in our skin
our lips pressing
in alignment
with our bodies
flaring the internal
drives to declare
as hands graze
the smooth surfaces

An unobstructed entry
of divine obsession
thumping in the chest
the flat of the palm
gliding across my cock
as the simmer shoots
straight to her robust nipples
begging for a swipe of the tongue

I drop to me knees
to bathe my senses
in the fragrant excitement
that boils between
her lustrous legs
that will rest on my back
when I am hard enough
to participate in the escapades
of such admitted visions

We never seem to make it
out of this room
as her lips tug at me
to draw a shot
of coconut milk
the confidence
slicking her
in the divine essence
of a damp revival

Her innate primal
manipulation of my body
and her devoted commitment
to house me in such heavenly heats
- a grip and light massage
already working me for level two.