Symphony of Moans
Itís always the wet Wednesday
glasses of tequilas by the balcony
reminiscing moments of play by play
games adults play when theyíre horny
such excitement comes with words
playful retracing of the leather cords
actionable act of lightening the moods
an intimacy with a lover that broods
with the face hiding glittering mask
the alluring calloused red fingertips
tracing the black straps was a task
smooth contrasting sighs below the hips
soft skin ruffled by the rough hand
the gentleness of a pair was bland
knowing well that I longed for the moment with two pairs
and it happens, the thrill of electric shocks reverberates my fine hairs
the tracing of my silhouette, ohh thatís excitement
the peppered bodily kisses, god damn.. thatís an intoxication
the tightening of the straps, holy.. that a leatherís statement
marks on my pink tenderness, oh dear Iím having a double action!
They navigate my rounded hips
with familiar fascination?
Inhaling whispers of longing, has it been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasnít without anticipation!
consenting adults working out the high intensity perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure is to treasure
gentlemenís gentleness seen when pleasure was at its leisure
its time for once Iím serenaded with a double cunnilingus
then the fellatios of a curious cat playing with two throbbing rods with its fingers
Ah yes! a moment to let them catch their breaths
umm.. while their fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as their throbbing love are in their sheaths
hey boys! tonightís my night and dears, make it count when you bloody penetrate!
now itís a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every Thursday night
about a brunette goddess on a bed fight with two middle eastern knights
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic Game of Thrones
on the night that had ended with an fucking exalted symphony of moans!