THE HEAD OF HER BEAU

The head of her beau  
is busy below  
her navel, down south,  
pleasuring with mouth,  
after kissing breasts  
on their nippled crests.  

Her hands captive bound,  
eyes blindfolded. Sound  
comes from parted lips,  
as he grips her hips,  
nips, tongues on her clit,  
then up-down her slit,  
his tongue, forefinger  
next entering her.  
 
He drinks on the juice  
his tricks did produce.  
He can't raise his eyes,  
for grip of her thighs  
now anchors his head,  
and shoulders on bed  
in near vice-like grip.  
 
Ecstatic moans slip  
through her parted lip
in insanity  
and intensity  
of the vibrations  
and the sensations  
he does generate  
in his captive mate  
and passionate ache,  
as the bed does quake  
under torso's writhe.  
She's set up for swive.  
 
She cries out, 'Take me!',  
and sets his head free.  
He spreads her legs out,  
puts in his hard spout,  
At first in a squat,  
lifting up her bot,  
once met at the ends,  
his torso descends  
till his face meets hers.  
At kisses she purrs,  
says she likes the taste  
from below her waist,  
arousal-produced,  
his mouth introduced  
to her own tongue tip  
through kiss-parted lip.  
 
His lips round her nape,  
her neck and jaw's shape.  
Her voice soon responds  
'Please untie my bonds'.  
Reaching to untie  
while still joined at thigh.  
her arms are set free  
to embrace him keenly.