HER SWEET VINES

Dizzy. Intoxicated.
For this, SHE's waited far too long.
Blood fizzy, bubbling in my veins,
Making it difficult for my brain to cling to reality.
Entranced by the way you look at me.
Your gaze, so steady, makes it easy to get ready to mount your body
 And be on top for as long as I can hold on.
Adrenaline pulses, my soft mound convulses.
The facts are lucid as to why SHE chooses
To drip the sweetest of juices down the inside of MY thighs.
Gotta ride the high, ride the shaft that gets me past the point of no return.
My hot skin burns with electricity from your caress.
You do me better than the rest.
This figure accepts your signature, willingly responds,
Has you swimming in HER pond,
Still pondering the wonders of our bodies,
Under yours. Under mine.
As we sweetly intertwine.