OUR PASSIONS BURN

Our passions burn, so does my skin
with the arousal from within
that your caressing hands inspire,
so to your touch it doth perspire.

The sweatiness of encounter
does not deter you, my mounter
as you kiss down face, chest, breast
and stomach to my pubic nest.

From the well of womanliness
comes the first trickle of sweetness
that your tongue eagerly slurps up
before our loins link up to tup.

On each other out bodies slide
as in and out your dick does glide
in my contracting inner walls.
I trickle on your slapping balls.

Then comes the burst of ecstasy
as you ejaculate in me.
I respond with an overflow,
too fargone to care where it go.

All leave a dampness on the sheets
while you kiss round and on my teats
in celebrating after-play
that greets the dawning of the day.