Innocence and Indecency

I feel her
Beneath my lips
Trying in vain
To still her movements…

I gaze up at her,
Brow raised:
‘Does it not feel good?’

She furrows her brow,
Frustrated and uncertain,
‘Just a little more…’
Comes her hoarse whisper.

I descend:
Tongue eager,
Lips ready,
And resume
My oral dissertation
Of her edacious lust.

Wanting for naught
In my ears
But her tremulous movements,
Muted by my domineering hands,
And her overwhelmed outcry,
Unable to resist
The fullest measure
Of my unsteady
And dedicated tongue…

Till her thighs quiver suddenly
And beg to snap
Close as a vice,
But for my yet hale hands
Holding her back,
Demanding she submit
To this courtesy,
To this perpetual plea
For her uninhibited pleasure…


…


And she falls back,
Gasping,
Eyes swimming
With shimmering
Unshed tears,
And body shivering
Under the weight of
Inexhaustible ecstasy.

Only then,
So thoroughly smitten,
Will I be satisfied
In the tides of her pleasure.