The Reason For My Bruised Knees

 
He stands before me, towering and aroused  
and I, kneeling, smile as I lean forward.  
 
I run my tongue along him, swirl around the tip  
and find myself reveling in his flavor.  
 
He lets out a gasp as the wetness of my mouth envelops him,  
serving to drive my passion onwards.  
 
My head darts back and forth as I eagerly begin our rhythm  
moaning slightly with the pleasure of pleasuring him.  
 
I try my best for the full length of him, which is always too much,  
and am almost to the point where it makes me sick.  
 
I suppress the instinct and take him in further  
his hands entangling my hair as my throat clenches around him.  
 
Never stopping, tongue working even now,  
I increase the pressure on him.  
 
And I feel it, the enthralling drink filling my mouth  
salty and sweet and needed.  
 
I swallow and continue suckling for a moment  
not wanting to miss a single precious drop.  
 
He pulls back and I let him  
despite the fact that I'll miss the feeling of him in my mouth.  
 
I gaze up at him and lick my lips  
the taste of him still warmly present.  
 
He smiles and offers his hand  
and on shaking legs I rise to meet him.  
 
As both of us knew he would, he turns his head away  
as I stand on my toes for a kiss, giggling slightly.  
 
When we lay down on our bed together  
I wrap my arms around him and intertwine our legs.  
 
His arm under me and gently petting the back of my hair  
I fall asleep, content.