Slowly, shyly, she opened herself a fraction to him.
He leaned in gently, caring, considerate at first,
not wanting to alarm or frighten, this her first time.
Then he became more insistent, more passionate.
She returned his ardor as he slipped in further,
wrestling together, slipping and sliding,
unrelenting, until she could stand no more.
The whirring of the fan caresses my breast, hardening the nipple.
His eyes flash mischievously before lowering his head,
the lightness of his tongue dances along my throat,
inching its way closer, my skin tingling with anticipation.
Instead, he throws back the sheet, exposing me completely.
I gasp, try to pull back but he throws it to the floor.
Thoughts Flowing Like Water down your back
I want to kiss your neck with shivers
Tightly held, putting you down as you rub my 6pack
Biting your lips as your eyes cross mine and lock
Tongue rubbing down your spine slowly down your thighs
Kissing your feet, fingers scratching down our backs
Speaking gifted expressions
in a lost language
You inspire me
to write for you
I rise to the divine condition
and elicit carnal positions
No longer thinking
Animal instincts take over
I never stop scratching
I leave as many marks
as climaxed urges
I’m a savage
you make me
wanna eat you
A primal need