The Cumming of a Woman

Through the shadows he comes, their gazes intertwined,
Her damp core pulses, in fevered desire confined.

Oh, he enters the room, and their eyes do convert,
Her wet pussy throbs, ready to exert.
Gentle communion of bodies, two souls that assert,
In this dance of desire, no reason to desert.

Soft-sweetness blends, their bodies avert,
In this dance of lust, no need to desert.
His fingers explore her, the caress delights, exerts,
She sighs as he touches, her back in bliss disserts.

His fingers trace her, his touch is assert,
She moans with desire, her back does evert.
Kneeling down, a disciple to love's holy site,
Lips part to entreat, his breath in the twilight.

He kneels before her, lips part to divert,
His mouth on her flesh, a lover's concert.
His mouth on her skin, a lover's secret concert,
Soft-sweetness and dampness, his tongue is expert.

Soft-sweetness, wet pussy, his tongue does exert,
She shivers in pleasure, her essence bespurt.
She shudders in rapture, her juices they spurt,
At the skill of his mouth, her essence adjourned.

His rhythm is skilled, no motion to avert,
Each stroke is precise, their lust a concert.
His rhythm's an art, each motion averted,
In strokes is his prowess, a poem of love converted.

He rises above her, their passions exert,
Her legs wrapped tight, their bodies begirt.
He raises himself, passions stretched, affirmed,
Her legs wrapped around him, a merger confirmed.

The night stretches on, like savoring dessert,
In the realm of their love, they sweetly convert.
The darkness lingers on, like decadent dessert,
In their love's kingdom, they've sweetly converted.

Their climax builds, no sense to desert,
Together they soar, in a blissful concert.
Their climax pursued, reason adhered,
Together they rise, in passion conferred.

From anticipation to climax, this tale they've stirred,
A symphony of sensation, a climax in concert.
A symphony of pleasure, this erotic painting, unmarred,
From start to finish, their love's essence conferred.