Taking Me Down Softly.. Mm.. His Way

I should had known once I stepped in the ring as a light weight  
The warning he was way out of my league came too late    
Going the distance, with a heavy weight contender      
A Don Juan battling to steal my heart, or a true Casanova pretender      
To retain my being single title, locking it in place to defend my belt        
Although, with one whisper he has the power to make my tender heart soft, then melt      
      
Both of us standing toe to toe in the center ring      
Oh, sweet Jesus, his virility looking good, a sculpted body of perfection, which needed no bling bling      
An Adonis, beguiling, his intense eyes zoning in on me      
Assessing my nakedness in my six-inch black stilettoes, just as sexy as I can be      
Slapping down our fingerless gloves  
You will never win this wet love        
Stepping back, pivoting, winking at him while sashaying my hips  
Handsome one it takes more than a muscular body, good looks, and sweet words to center yourself in the middle of this Creole saturated gift    
      
Round one, we’re looking into each other’s eyes      
Sweat populating his forehead, wow, he means business, no lie      
Sizing me up, wondering who the predator is and who would be the prey      
I got this sweet pussy on lock, and it’s not even Wednesday        
My favorite day of course, you can get anything from me, be that it may      
We’re dancing around, he leaned in for a quick kiss to my lips      
Recovering, shaking it off, this is not the time for my armor to slip      
      
He was given a point for his quick trick      
Putting my gloves back up… bring it... darn it, why did I have to look down at his pointed dick      
His calculated steps backing my body up against the ropes      
Cornering me, yet, I still had hope      
His gloves, roaming over my tits      
Turning me around, then a finger, snaking inside my creamy butter rum abyss      
Attacking my body from all ends, memorizing me without conscious for the win      
      
Spreading my legs… mm... bending me over... God I love his rope-a-dope      
The bell rung, ooo… that was close      
Next round, he came out swinging, ready to take me down to the canvas      
Chasing me around the ring, like I was on his sexual private hit list      
Panting and fatigue, I wrapped my arms around his neck        
Inhaling a breath, his mouth, hands, was tiring me with no rest      
Palming my buttocks, pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, "you ready for the take down" triumph in his voice, his eyes showed an arrogance sincere      
      
Leaning his head downward, licking over a perky nipple      
Pushing him backwards, it’s not going to be that simple      
Oh heck, he got me weak, no recourse, no emotional defense      
His hands roaming all over my curvaceous body, kneeling to his knees, getting defeated by his tongue commence      
Leaning against the ropes, the will to win caving with each of his tongue lash      
Turning me around, pulling my hips forward, his finger finding its way inside my cunt, wiggling it inside my tight moisten stash        
      
His tongue worshipping inside  
My head thrown back in physical joviality, no words coming forth, he got me tongue tied      
Where is that bell... I’m losing here, hell      
Oh darn, my essence trickling, knees buckling  
If he takes me to the canvas, and his mouth to my nipple, start suckling  
Then I would have to give him his props    
Catching my body, before the drop, spreading my legs, I lose if he makes my cherry crest, then softly pop      
Back arched, my pussy, all his for the taking      
Fingering me and then tasting      
      
Oh no…I’m slowly giving in, of all the men, who’s trying to steal my heart      
The tools of his trade mmm.. such a passionate work of art      
Palming his head uplifting my hips
My clit serenading his lips, squeezing the peaks of my tits        
The tip of his tongue all up in my wet nest      
If I climax over his tongue, then that’s my single title belt      
      
Cupping my buttocks        
Head lifting, watching him manipulate my body while his tongue had my silken abyss on lock      
In and out the tip drifting      
Thighs encasing the sides of his face...mmm, the feeling of his tongue sliding deep inside my sugary gift      
And just like that… my eyes roved, to the sides of his face my thighs enclosed        
He swallowed the dewy essence of my sweeten flow      
Laying in awe, naked, breathless, my whimpers of contentment the only echoing sounds  
And we were in the final round      
He pumped his seeds, over my jeweled navel ring, the landing of his release      
A sniff, then a kiss to my sticky icky, waiting until the bell rung to break us free