Wicked Wednesday Vibes Finally

You    
Swing that leg up on my shoulder.    
Move that ass closer to the edge    
Grip your hands on one of those four posters    
Before you hit your head    
     
Me    
Too much squawking    
I am getting cold    
If you feel like talking    
I’ll call over Joel    
     
Firm hands clamp down on thighs.    
Deep licks turn into passionate cries.    
A vibrational hum coming from his chest    
Panting so hard cannot control my breath    
Tremor    
Tighten hold    
Scream of release    
Loss of control    
     
You    
Now you’re ready    
What’s that? You can’t speak    
I’ll have you speaking in tongues    
Into next week    
     
Mercy was not given    
Since she gave none    
For every enticing word    
She has no place to run    
Pushed in with no ease or fineness    
A crack on an ass cheek    
He showed he meant business    
Every stroke, it hit the spot      
Like a well-oiled machine    
She took all he got    
When his release was imminent    
He held nothing back    
One last thrust    
One long scream    
The end of all the fuss    
At least, that is what it seems.