Kiss and Make Up - Female POV

Kiss and Make Up

Soft ivory emerging from shower  
Skin blushed from hot water beads  
Towel wrapped around my violin curves  
My rounded hip peeking through parted cloth  
My rosy cheeks glowing with youthful vigor  
 
I smile warm as sunlight on the morning of creation  
Smirk of mischief written on my cherubic lips  
As I close on your supine form  
You prostrate on soft down blanket  
Your body trembling in anticipation  
A waiting my intimate incursion  
Seductive bat of my dark eyelashes  
Our fratricides transforming into golden glow  
Of reunion through mystical merging  
Anger burning in your eyes  
Becoming white hot glow of arousal  
 
Glint of fierce desire smoldering in my dark heart  
My salacious intimidation conquering your resolve  
You wanting to sink into the quiet center of your wounded heart  
I gaze at you with rapacious determination  
My towel falling deliberately to the floor  
The smell of freesia sweet on my wet skin  
Crouching like a tigress stalking prey  
I pinion your wrists with my talon fingernails  
Grasping your stiffened scepter  
You find yourself grasped by my velvet mystery  
Drawn further into captivity  
The merciless friction of my honey walls  
Beating upon your helplessly enraptured stalk  
 
I slide my wet heat around you  
Surrounding you with satiny pleasure  
You fall deeper into my web of  enchantment  
A victorious moan erupting from my center  
My fevered passage clutching you in moist caress  
My nipples jutting aggressively like two arrowheads  
Prickle of my  hair tickling your broad chest  
My sweaty thighs tightening inexorably around your taut hips  
Pressure within me building into supernova  
Star of my sex imploding  
Pleasure obliterating all thought  
   
Swimming in a sea of sensation  
Light and heat flashing through me in fire storms  
 
I feel the quaking collision of forces  
The warm wet pulse of you relinquishing your seed  
Filling my deepest need  
Flush with pride  
I savor the sweet taste of victory  
The ultimate union of male and female  
Realized in the tiny star of life created  
Resting in the salt sea of my womb  
Triumph of instinct over reason  
Yin’s glorious conquest of yang  
My heart beating with delight  
My skin bathed in glow of morning sun