Those eyes that never looked down, looked down;
Filled with desire, yet worried; a tentative touch...
More hesitant, yet even more inflamed.. A wanton
thrust, to be filled and stretched, four times full !!
Fear not! to still the raging spirit of our souls.
The neck, softly stroked.. arched..
Her lips, just moistened.. parted and wanted more.
Suction and such thirst, unquenched by hands alone,
Took all of me and more!
Had I touched her heart? Almost!
And now upon me; eyes closed
Hair flung back, neck and chest flushed
Savoring, every ridge after ridge stretched full.
This, we could do this forever!
Striving for that languid calm.