Ashura's Embrace

When I feel Ashura's mouth’s hot, tight embrace,
Swollen head engulfed in a lustful chase,
My manhood throbs, plunging deep inside,
Into her throat, where pleasures reside.

Hot flashes, weakness, lust's fiery explosion,
Sensations so strong, beyond mere emotion,
Each encounter feels like the first time,
New, exciting, a virgin’s climb.

Her lips grip tight, a vacuum’s kiss,
Sending shivers, a serpentine bliss,
Tongue swirling, exploring my length,
Growing harder, her throat’s strength.

Eyes meet, neighbors spying the scene,
On her knees, she's my obscene queen,
This thought fuels my fiery lust,
Closer to the edge, I thrust.

Her mouth's wet, soft, like a flame,
Building orgasm, I moan her name,
Release comes, hot, sticky, wild,
Filling her mouth, lust defiled.

She swallows, lips sucking sweet,
Drawing out every drop, complete,
Lost in sensation, weak, spent,
Her lips a haven, never relent.

Moments magic, indescribable delight,
Each time new, a virgin’s flight,
On her knees, my desire’s decree,
Hard again, in ecstasy.

Trophy claimed, red lace prized,
Ashura lies spent, furniture despised,
Once fierce tiger, now timid mouse,
Bite marks, lipstick, lover’s house.

Remnants of passion, rough and wild,
Mercy begged, but I smiled,
Owning her core, desires loud,
Hard and fast, never cowed.

Juices on my face, bliss’s flood,
Drowning in heaven, passion’s mud,
Battle over, creamy seed,
Queen treated, fulfilling every need.

Lift her gently, in arms tight,
Soft kisses, post-wild night,
Wrap her in a blanket’s care,
Lover’s bond, beyond compare.