BEWITCHING

As he stands, naked, before me,
unveiled in his manly glory,
all that had clothed him straightly shed
as I watched half lain on the bed.
extending in my direction
his awakening erection,
 
I find his body bewitching,
so much that it sets mine twitching
with a shiver of desire,
followed by a rising fire
that within my loins gains force,
nudging me towards intercourse.
 
He steps back to where I am sat
upon the bed, lays me back-flat,
between delivering kisses
right where I longed for, no misses.
He then proceeds to unbutton
the blouse and slacks that I have on,
 
My bra and panties tossed aside.
I'm wet with wanting him inside,
when all has been kissed, sucked or stroked;
like boiling cauldron I'm provoked,
bubbling over in that desire
for him to come in, quench that fire.
 
Entry sensation flows throughout.
Soon we're rocking, rolling about,
limbs round each other tightly wound.
Gentle entry becomes a pound,
pelvis into pelvis grinding,
moaning at the g-spot finding.
 
By his manhood's exploration,
completing my defloration.
I am his and he is mine
as our bodies in bed entwine,
I'm marked as his through his spilled seed,
as he is marked by my nails in deed.