YOUR TOUCH ON MY NIPPLES

I pretend to sleep, your hands wandering  
from behind me caress, my glands stirring.  
Your front's at my back, I feel your manhood
against my bare skin become hard as wood.
Your touch, on my nipples, makes me tingle  
all over. I turn, face. Bodies mingle,  
as I receive your erected manhood  
inside me. Bed rocks with a 'thud-thud-thud'  
as headboard rhythmically bangs the wall.  
In ecstasy your name, and God's, I call.  
as your head nuzzles me about my tits  
while into each other slam naughty bits  
working ourselves up to an orgasm  
that will fill my wet contracting chasm  
with a generous overflow of seed,  
satisfying our deep mutual need.