His Sugar Mama

The space of time you bring me festive joy
In his face, I see the reflection of rapture
Heated passion we bow unto with each bated breath of anticipation, we succumb
Mirroring the touches of pure ecstasy
 
Your heart, I hear my name echoed in the accent of each beat
Attire slowly marooned from the fountain of my curvilinear Chi  
The fever to taste of me in your concealed wishes, your evident desires
Bodies swept up in the bliss of its celestial alliance
 
Faint wisps of your lips slolwy canvassing my skin, branding in its wake, very enticing  
The brushstroke of his tongue... twirling around mine in soft surrendering
Masterful mouthing, escaped mm resonating., serenading his lips against mine
Gently speaking to me, the gentle breeze of his words carrying me away  
 
Sweet words falling from his mouth, dripping like a river of molasses, as I lay
Into ether he elevates my body higher, my mind, my heart following in pursuit
The core of my soul yearns for the trilogy of completion, unearthed in his arms
Plunging deep, feeling the wonderous of my mystic, the essence of my spirit he partakes  
 
The divinity of my soul he parts, pleasure found in the need of me without measure
Providing me that hypnotic stupor  
My arched back, the fountain of my cascade to vent, exposed
Caving into the wetness of his coveting oral dance
 
Weakening me with each given lick, at every given chance
My legs circling around his temple
The sensations of my essence, seeping soft rainfalls  
Clenching covers as the core of my sacred chasm liquidates