JUST FOR YOU part 2 of 3

JUST FOR YOU part 2 of 3
 
 
While moving to the music,
Bodies in a gentle sway,
No words needed to be spoken,
Nothing we needed to say.
 
Our undulating motions,
Hip to hip we were wed,
Had more to say than any tale,
Or mere words ever said.
 
Our continued rhyming movements,
Thinly disguised as dance,
Told of a story yet to be told,
Hinted at future romance.
 
As we danced away the evening,
Generating a lover’s heat,
Once again our gazes locked,
And our eyes again did meet.
 
We both knew we had to move along,
As we gazed in each other’s face,
After a few loving words exchanged,
You suggested we go to your place.
 
Hand in hand we ran back outside,
Like teenagers on a date,
Both knowing there was more to come,
An inescapable fate.
 
Once again we went to the car,
And made that fateful drive,
Both of us thinking the same thing,
Both anxious to arrive.
 
We parked the car in your driveway,
After what seemed such a long ride,
We got to the door as you got your key,
We both ran to get inside.
 
Once inside our passions soared,
As our eyes again did meet,
What mutual attraction had started,
Ended in kisses so sweet.
 
We kissed and touched that lovely night,
As fires began to burn,
Both wanting to find the things,
For which we both did yearn.
 
Fondling like kids on a date,
With more touching and soft caress,
We lead each other up the stairs,
Both starting to undress.
 
We stand before each other face-to-face,
And pull each other tight,
I hold you close as we lock lips,
With a teasing little bite.
 
Finally away from the maddening crowd,
So glad we are alone,
I continue kissing down your neck,
As you softly emit a moan.
 
I continue with my soft kisses,
Going down your chest,
Taking my sweet time as I stop,
To fondle your breast.
 
I give attention to each nipple,
A soft delicate bite,
Again you emit a soft moan,
As you savor your delight.
 
I continue with my advances,
Working carefully with my lips,
What I don’t get with my mouth,
I touch with my fingertips.
 
I slowly move my hand downward,
Towards the waiting prize,
As I slowly move my fingers,
Between your creamy thighs.
 
My head moves slowly lower,
Slowly heading south,
What I miss with my fingertips,
I handle with my mouth.
 
My fingers enter your waiting canal,
I gently start to pet,
My attention seems to be working,
You seem to be quite wet.
 
I see where more attention is needed,
As I hold you by the hips,
I bring my head closer to better serve,
As I start to lick your lips.
 
As I continue my sucking,
You are starting to squirm,
Still holding you tight,
My tool is getting firm.
 
Your arousal undeniable,
Your moans soft and low,
You respond to my every touch,
As your juices start to flow.
 
I position myself between your legs,
As I spread them nice and wide,
I gently position my engorged tip,
As I prepare to go inside.
 
To be continued