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He Never Asks

He never asks�

when he stands before her marveling at the delicate Caramel skin
laying against a pallet of Onyx satin sheets
he absorbs every curve and turn as he becomes the desire and want
her essence expels for him

He never asks�

when knees jerk as he works his way
from the bottom up and porcelain kisses
suspend limbs into frames of sublime prescience
from toes to ankles, ankles to knees, knees to thighs, thighs to�

He never asks�

when toned calves compress into his upper back and butter smooth heels dig into the dimples
of his lower back as the strength of his Mocha hands grapples the bend of her hips
sucking the decadents of all that warm milky goo from �tween her nether region
rendering from the call of his lips as she arches her back to speak what words cannot say

He never asks�

when his hands coddle her derriere to mount it atop his lap
and she wraps her legs around him, to feel all of him,
and he accommodates the depths of her soul by endowing her with every inch of him
he grazes his lips to the neck she bares to them, sending her
from gentle surges of paralyzing exhilaration
to a paroxysm of multiple�cummings

He never asks�

when his virile Mocha body lays against
a pallet of Onyx satin sheets and
she lays on top of his adorning him
with her delicate Caramel skin
he feels the beating of her heart steadily calming
from the love they made and he strokes her hair
with the palm of his hand until she falls asleep
in the comfort and security of his arms

He never asks

�whose is it�
because he makes sure
he never has to�