The Dance

Your tongue dancing on mine,
That sweet spot getting the bed wet,
Every drip just making me want you more.

Lifting your hips to reach my touch,
Arching your back to tempt my lips,
As I’m moaning into your neck.

Reaching a hand to your head,
Grabbing a handful of hair,
Pulling and giving me a spot to kiss, to suck, to bite.

By now you’re moaning too,
Begging without such words,
Desiring my exploration of your exposed body.

My teeth are sinking in, as are my fingers,
Your breath is skipping,
But I know you’re wanting more.

I’m pulling you to my face,
My tongue now dancing alone,
Teasing you with every gentle circle.

Diving deeper in,
Sucking harder and thrusting deeper,
Needing to feel your release against my body.

I’m begging for it now,
Desperate and anticipating your pleasure,
Making love as if there were no other cares.

You’re getting closer,
Crying out in ecstasy,
As my final surge is taking you over the top.

As you’re coming down from the sky,
Gliding gently into my arms,
I’m kissing you softly to sleep.

Watching you in slumber,
Wondering to myself,
Are you reliving the night as I am?