Mm.. Feeling His Poetic Ascension

Offering my soft passion unto the core of his hardness    
The feet of his masculine existence    
Rooting me to the silk covers for which my back graced  
Anticipation to explore the gift of man’s virility    
To be satisfied as a woman yields unto  
His gentle kisses from my toes  
My skin, his postal stamp of approval  
Delivering my body to an erogenous state of his care    
  
Softly kissing me, tasting the ambrosia of my passion fruit  
His tongue deep inside me  
Capturing the wet aura of me  
Digesting the elixir of awaited time, I’ve wished upon  
Mm.. succumbing to the feverish craving of a man’s touch  
Body hesitant, yet willing  
Gentle palms spawn over me  
Absence of a man’s touch, my body submitting  
Foretold of this surrendering night  
  
His scent is now my perfume  
In the throne of my naked lust for his raw hardness  
The longing to be taken  
As he is receiving  
Calloused palms softly playing my body    
Fine tuning the depravation residing inside  
Wrapping my legs around his eagerness drive  
Masterful loving soaring my body to heights unimaginable  
  
Eyes closed as my body kissed the stars  
Manifested onto his alliance of our mingled bodies  
My breath sealed by his  
Our palms interlaced    
Thrusting inside me repeatedly  
The soft mummers echoed of being a woman for where I lay  
Settling the creamy passage on top of his throne  
My silken gyrating crown, up and down his head, my reign, Kinging him for the bliss  
Palming my tits, then cupping the back of my neck  
Drawing my face downwards capturing my soft lips  
  
Dominating his desires    
Hungry moans drifting    
Sailing on winds of forgotten time  
My soul seeping  
I could not have diminished the moment  
Or recoiled from the weakening torture of his first touch  
  
The first taste of him, heighten my pleasure when he’s driving in and out my lush  
Oh yes, faster his girth soaking up the essence of my gush  
His whispers to my skin as he possessed my existence    
Giving me his name to borrow for his ears only  
Two souls beautifully blending in the still of the night
The night song now resonates our heighten carnal outcries as we lay