Will You Get Down On It?

You have me at the edge of the bed
my dress pants removed, underwear off
my arousal skyward
 
You have charmed my cock for days  
with whispered suggestions,
promised penetrations,
the confessions of your eager cunt
adding another inch
to an already solid landing for you
 
You crawl towards me,
bare-breasted and ruby-lipped,
and the closer you get
the more I rise
 
Popping my buoyant member
into the mouth's grip,
you ravage the length of me
in confident stride
coating me in the wet comfort
of willingness and desire
 
You pause and turn around
providing me with that treasured view
of bottom end that I so enjoy
but my concentration falls upon
the glistening, partially open
 
The intrigue spurned
by not knowing what I will do,
beyond knowing that I will be guided  
to ensure you tremble at my discretion
 
There is no joy in keeping back against the wall,
an act that will only deny
your true nature
and inhibit your rhythm
 
The first step of uncertainty
will be thrilling and foreign
but once you master these moves
I bet you'll
get down on it.