Good Morning II

Ah, the sweet blossoms of spring
As petals slowly unfold
Bedewed
So like pink roses
There between the soft of your thighs
Legs raised framing my face
As a goddess would her lover
I nuzzle in
Tongue whisper soft
Gentle searching for reply
As you, languid, lay back
Eyes closed
Soft moaning
Lost in the distant crashing of waves
Only you can hear
But I feel
As you tense and tremble
So like a flower tossed
Before a quickening breeze
So too the pace
As my tongue taunts you
Flicking
Fingers searching
The source of soft moaning
Your fingers twisted in my hair
Holding me there
Just there
Your breasts rising with your panting
A handful and mouthful for later
But now as you writhe
Mine
Gushing in your throes
Back arching in a bridge of sighs
My manhood
Hard kept
Will find its full measure in your flow
When you like the green of spring
Yearn for more than this foretaste
To give yourself
Full woman to your man
And ride the storm