Karnality with a K

Fingertips part dark hair,  
your profile, a familiar sight  
silent, speaking words with no oration,  
yet lips are moving, crossing paths with mine  
My heart beats faster  
sensations bringing the intimate parts to life  
the excitement of knowing what is to come  
 
Your hands move slowly across every curve  
blouse falls to the floor  
cool air kisses soft breast  
nipples erect as skin tightens around them  
the warmth of your mouth welcome  
watching, observing as your mouth pulls away  
then comes back leaving them glistening and wet  
I can feel warm liquid leaving my body  
pooling, anticipating your arrival  
Tongue moves further down  
breathing is heavier now  
You've arrived at the portal of desire  
Kissing, flicking, teasing, and licking  
It is so good  
 
My body quivers  
I moan and squirm as you try to hold me in place with to no avail  
Licking faster  
fingers inside  
one then two, in and out  
massaging the velvety lining of me  
The ecstasy increasing as every nerve explodes  
I cannot contain myself  
You feel me tighten, pulsing  
the muscles begin to spasm  
squeezing around your fingers again and again in quick succession  
as the sweet nectar glazes the soft pink petals of flesh  
you feel accomplished in your endeavor, and rightfully so  
As you reposition, the soft light reveals your hard silhouette  
My ego swells knowing my body has excited you  
So thick. So hard.  
 
I want to taste you the way you have tasted me  
I can feel you pulsing in my mouth as I move up and down  
You pound the back of my throat as I swallow you again and again  
The sounds you emit let me know I'm moving at the perfect speed  
you're getting close now  
I can taste the briny, sticky, sweet drops leaving the tip of you  
I slow down to finish this the right way, my way  
I straddle you, looking into your eyes  
Slowly, meticulously, the weight of my body pushes down on you  
I open to you like a blooming flower  
 
You sigh at the feeling  
soft and tight  
I moan with the pain of the first stroke  
I moan with delight of every stroke thereafter  
I feel your breath on my neck  
our bodies intertwined, rocking and grinding in tandem  
we can no longer discern two separate entities  
a dance, composed in perfection  
expressing carnal lust, but love not forgotten  
in a momentary nirvana  
no words are needed  
I feel you erupt inside of me  
like white icing on red velvet  
caressing the deepest part of me  
breathing rapidly, we hold each other  
reflecting on the beauty of the past few moments  
we recover  
already anticipating the next encounter