The Loving Thrust as We Meet

The pale splendor of your breast topped with its pink nipple
Like a rosebud on a wedding dress –
I must confess, I'd like to ride you north and south 'tween the east and the west.
And feel the muscles of your back ripple with my prowess.
I would be so heaven blessed to feel the luxury of your breasts
Pressed against my chest
As we let our hips do the rest.
We ride again and again, being ever refreshed.

Your hips are sublime. Your lips are a crime.
( I am loving both sets sweet as honey and wine.)
Your legs are a dream, so smooth plump and lean.  
I would do anything to be licking and drinking and pumping your cream.
I would like to dwell on you and within you this way -- all of the night and day –
And we could make a feast of this as we work and rest and play.    
With my hand on your hips
And my cock or tongue inside as your pussy drips.
 
I'd like to kiss your mouth as well and feel your hair so gloriously thick –-
As I probe your cunt with my dick.
This is how time sublime should slip
With me in its soft pink grip.  
And I'd like to kiss your thighs
And look up into the glory of your eyes
And hear the music of your sighs --
As to my tongue your pussy does rise --

There to be kissed till the well runs dry –-
But it flows and  flows till goodness knows there must not be a tear left to cry.
Together we fly so high and together we dive so deep
That I scarce believe as together we cleave that we'll ever find time to sleep.
But when the time does come
Spooned together, my cock 'gainst your bum,
It is a sleep so sweet
As the loving thrust as we meet.