a magic gifting

is this the way it was meant to be
my touch soft and gentle that melts
those word I speak in the dark of night
not so soft and gentle strong and meaning
the naughty heat there bringing
a delicately massage becoming vigorous
leaving reality behind by design
hot sticky breath heavy ridged
wet and ready no longer waiting
needing to be inside wet smooth excepting
perfect fit as it was meant for me
your nectar begin to pour  
your give me equal pleasure
as my own mind begins to soar
hot sticky delivery I to pour
a perfect end to a prefect storm
from two becomes reborn as one
if only for a short time
its a magic gift in space and time