Stocking her fire

Stocking her fire

By N. Hogue 4/6/1978

There she lies dripping with desire,
Waiting for me to stock her fire,
Passionate need she does inspire.

Perfumed scents her body exudes,
My ardor grows, my tongue protrudes,
All sense of time and space eludes.

Smiles she shines to greet my approach,
And naught we do could earn reproach,
The world without may not encroach.

While holding her I feel her sigh,
Expecting love, she winks an eye,
She knows fulfilling sex is high.

Fervently we kiss and caress,
With joy our love we do express,
No appetites will we suppress.

Her tits are begging for attention,
Lips are searching with intention,
Sucking will relieve all tension.

Stroking clit, she's playing the game
So slowly that it might seem tame,
But burning zeal is still aflame.

My fingers enter, moist and wet,
Seeking to make her burn and sweat,
Knowing a climax she soon will get.

With cries of joy she fills my heart,
And tonguing her is just a start,
Her honeyed thighs are wide apart.

One more climax for my lover,
One more pleasure we discover,
Keeping nothing under cover.

She has kept me hot and ready,
All her odors make me heady,
But I hold quite steady.

It's time to jam it deep within,
It slips in quickly as I grin,
I ram, and fuck, and thrust again.

We both cry out as we conclude,
We clutch each other, glad we're nude,
Desire is here, we don't delude.

Bodies making perspiration,
Lustful sex is inspiration,
But true love takes dedication.