Nectar....

Morning sunlight cascaded onto golden tresses  
hypnotic,  
inviting.  
 
I watched the sway of her hips  
as she sauntered past old woodland trees  
beneath now leafy canopies.  
They swung… they swayed….  
calling me;  
calling to my senses,  
…..come this way.  
 
Eyes darkly dilated with lustful dreams and fantasies  
I captured her  
and sought sweet lips beneath my own,  
exploring….  
tasting….  
Our tongues entwine  
dancing to loves melody….  
beneath old leaves and vine.  
 
And she,  
the smile of morning dew, upon my very heart  
sucked my breath from within  
and soft moans escaped  
my thoughts of sin.  
I rested my hands upon lithe hips  
still kissing her luscious velvet lips  
and forced her back  
towards old oak,  
felled upon the woodland floor  
….beneath leafy canopies  
no more.  
 
She arched her back upon flaked bark  
ensnared within my gaze  
…reflecting summer haze,  
and her nipples were taught,  
expectant,  
waiting  
beneath cool cotton  
to be seared by wanton desire  
(my fire)  
 
I flicked my tongue and tasted her,  
sliding it down slowly…  
teasing…...  
and watched,  
mesmerised,  
as she slowly unbuttoned her cotton blouse  
(so divine)  
waiting to be fully mine.  
 
I took one nipple between harsh teeth  
feeling the heavy swell of breasts  
rise against my cheek…  
so warm  
…so smooth,  
and she, in turn, pushed her hips  
now swaying into me  
…in silent plead  
(feeling her need)  
 
Soft moans escaped from parted lips  
and mingled with our panted breath  
as she took my belt  
within firm hands.  
She insists….  
persists……  
(Who am I to resist ?).  
I let her strip me bare,  
right there.  
 
One finger trailed deftly between her breasts  
and I felt her heart ...  
…it quivered  
..it fluttered  
and beckoned me,  
so I pushed her back gently  
palms pressed flat between her knees.  
and forced her wide….  
(undenied).  
 
The flower of my dreams opened  
and my gaze now settles  
on her bud of fragrant petals  
...swollen  
.....pulsing  
......wanting…  
and her moist nectar gleamed  
like a rainbow  
beneath a stray  
sunbeam.  
 
Kneeling, I took her luscious lips  
And drank in heaving  
breathless  
sips,  
savouring sweet beauty  
...she bucked  
.....I sucked  
and felt her  
quiver  
from my touch.  
 
I teased her ,  
softly....  
gently...  
then firm and fast  
(she would not last)  
and eased my fingers  
deep inside her velvet heat....  
encased  
… graced…  
I relished her honeyed taste…  
….so sweet.  
 
Her legs weighed heavy on my shoulders  
as I rose and held her pinned,  
my amour  
undimmed,  
and gently took her on my fist.  
Sweet torture…  
she rode me harder  
(with ardour)  
Our bodies now  
sun-kissed…  
 
 
She screamed my name …  
into the stillness…  
the woodland birds now quiet,  
and as I fucked  
she bucked  
and came…  
……and came…  
and tremored in my arms replete  
(complete)  
until I took her again…  
 
So…  
my concerto was composed  
when I played a song of love  
beneath natures veil(s)  
(my adoration prevails)  
and as my lady sang  
old woodland trees rang  
with her cries  
of wanton  
pleasure  
(my treasure... my treasure).