Tightrope

Everyone has that line to walk up to                          
The one they would prefer not to cross over.                          
                           
                           
Me and my man walk that line daily Like              
artists upon a tight rope we wobble and              
shake as we try not to fall, With a trained            
eye and experienced touch we push on to          
hear our own approaching pleasure shouts.                          
                           
                           
My drive to pleasure and be pleasured is a                            
long one, There is no journeys end, Just rest                            
breaks in between to catch each others      
orgasmic breaths with climaxing kisses.                          
                           
                           
I am my lovers slut, This I say thank you for                      
as I await his rejoicing warm liquid, To kneel                          
before one so amazing and accept his joyous                          
shouts as he paints a picture perfect pon me        
He only has to ask, For unlike a genie I will                
grant him endless wishes, To hear his sighs                
and cries Is my reward I yearn for and work                
towards.                         
                           
                           
I am my lovers whore, Bring them home, Lay                          
them down And watch me straddle all comers as                        
he watches from the shadows, For him I would                            
bend and be broken in by a strangers thrust.                          
                           
                           
I am my lovers lover, For him I would be his                          
number one to think of him my whole waking                          
day is what I breathe for, To make him desire              
me in his thinking is my aim. for we are                
passionate in our coupling either on loves              
bed we make or as we walk and talk, Hand in        
hand down the life we lead together.                          
                           
                           
For above all..                          
                           
                           
We love each other as one.                          
                           
                           
As lovers do.