Silken Sheets

Making love to me among the clouds  
Where only the stars can witness if I moan too loud  
You lay naked under these silken covers with me  
Lifting my curl off the pillow, in your eyes, I see the concealed heat  

Sliding my hindrance down the slope of my curvaceous hip  
Taking my body backwards to the cool sheets, my lips you tenderly kiss  
Eye to eye  
Outlining the contour of my mouth, dripping a droplet to them of Chardonnay win  
Closing my eyes, he inches up  
Between my thighs he settles, a finger darting into my moisten lover’s cup  
 
Smearing it around my breast mound  
A sharp intake escapes me, as he darts back inside my pussy and then circle his finger around-and-around  
Palming my buttocks  
Uplifting his fate to quench that honey taste  
His mouth has my slit on lock  
 
Sheets clenched as he twists his head side-to side  
What good is a man’s worth in bed if he cannot enjoy a meal before he bumps and grinds  
Oh sweet mercy… my breasts sandwiched, back flapping with each tongue to my sugary center collide  
Mm... yes, oh yes right there, plaming his head, kiss to my soft folds, and then another lick deeper inside  
 
Retreating, the warmth of my body he is now needing  
A connoisseur of gratification, and who is quite pleasure seeking and greedy  
Legs in the air, a spit to his palm, then his dick easing in, plummeting deeper without a care  
I try to be nice of all days  
But he's muscular, and I am the scent, his prey, he always weakness me after his tongue play  
He has me all wet, and ladies, if’s he’s really good, we know what comes next  
Oh baby… yes, dip inside that creamy cunt and make these tight walls melt  
Quickly withdrawing  
My sunken abyss still angrily pulsating behind his stalling  
 
Hoisting me up and placing me over his head  
The tip of my toes implanted into the bed  
The other wrapped around his neck, plaming my ass from behind… in my moans, he hears me beg  
 
Oh… here.. my cunt, quivering  
Licking around my own darkish brown nipple, as his tongue is hungrily delivering
My legs buckling under me  
He hurried me back down to the sheets  
Cupping his erection, mmm… his width, stretching my pussy for the widening and tight fit  
My hands held above, mouthing a breast, stealing my essence  
Stroking deeper and deeper inside me like my sweet saturated pussy is his preferred weapon  
 
Holding onto each other  
Our labored breaths, mingling and smothering  
My spine to the full hilt, I climaxed, with no end  
His physique jerked and then squirted his monstrous stream, overshadowing the silken blend  
Tongue to tongue dueling  
Bodies satisfied, yet sweating, come down, cooling  
 
Breaking apart… moon streaming through the dark  
If we were making love on canvas, our naked painting would had been a work of art  
Asking me am I ready once again after I catch my breath  
I refuse to tell anyone what happened next  
No more honey to pour, whip cream all used, Chardonnay bottle empty, and the two half melted candles to his skin and then mine  
And he’ still about to make love to me  again allowing his raw passion to take my body and my mind past cloud nine