Mm... A Sultry Mindscape Worth Surrendering Unto

Bathe the suppleness of my skin with droplets of your carnal pleasure  
Upon the kneeling of my sacred offering I provide  
The voyage of your upward palm, worshipping my supple skin
Softly biting my bottom lip down in the languish discovery  
Drowning in the alluring of his eyes  
Hypnotized by the perusal of this woozy feeling  
Attuned to the fetish he savors for the feast of my being  
 
Who are you  
My eyes fluttering  
Sealed in the expectancy of his non-hurried assessing  
My body, a night symphony he plays me over and over  
The cadence of the sinking feeling makes for diary entries  
Midnight wishes and desires to come true, my willing body his to tutor  
Mm.. Oh God touch me baby, I cannot flee  
Tap into the fountain of my essence  
 
Make this moment in time, yours  
Let me feel you locked deep inside me so I can moan, ours  
Open me wide as you spit fire your addictive passion  
Deeper… losing my soul to him inch by inch  
My body clenching, contouring, hungering for each possessive web he’s weaving  
 
Running from the fire of his raging candle  
Drawing me closer, encased for the scorch of him  
Taking each shallow breath, I breathe  
Instilling the trickle of his needs  
Oh... I knew it would be like this  
A knowing I cannot get close enough to extinguish the flames  
My body the match he keeps lighting  
Oh…my mind divided between here… my heart there  
 
My soul being driven as he’s giving me the emotions of Heaven’s credo  
Soaring my body higher and higher  
Knocking on the pearly gates of my Chi  
Our bodies engaged in a sweet tug of war  
Heightened with each push, pull, pieces of me, pouring like a rainfall  
The serenity of his masterpiece he draws of me, he soaks in  
 
Back arched, body singing in glee as it caves in  
Skin flapping  
Voices calling  
Oh... yes… holding each other tighter  
The salvation of giving, falling deeper into his receiving  
Two souls immobile, caught in the still hands of time  
Don’t move  
Don’t you move  
Allowing the streams of pleasure to overtake the sense of our ether connection  
As our bodies follow the climatic rush  
Oh.. God.. what are you doing to me  
Two pairs of lips answering the liaison of the aftermath  
 
Inhaling panting breaths  
Seeds bombarded  
Tight juices mingling from the, cave in  
Trembling souls transferred  
Giving me a piece of him  
He has a piece of me  
Only for you to find glory in my taste