Metaphoric Sexual tangents

Doors open to temptation, Or realization
that her needs can’t be denied.
Satin touches skin as her breast moves laterally across flesh that is mine.
She slithers to her knees as she breathes in my anticipation.
My Perspiration builds within pelvis as she strokes the gluteus regions of her desire.
Trembling, quivering her movements initiate her persistence to expose my needs.
I breathe no more as the slow death engulfs me.
As she takes in the life of the life giver
She performs and dazzles with my ben-wa’s as my blood congregates to the jamboree.
Jamming forward, control is almost lost as she resuscitates life back through the fulfilling phallus.
Pleasure and dizziness exchange vows as cunnilingus is served as the appetizer.
Shuffling her supple deck, I exchange one for two.
I poker gently as she folds back Her lips to the awaiting hunger that savor’s
her nectar of excitement.
Slow and steady the torturous strokes are performed as her
Lips are drenched with the pleasure of her aperitif.
A brief intermission is called as silks are tied to wooden anchors.
Holding the ship afloat, her breath is heavy on my exposed chest.
She labors to calm the seas of passion.
Arms stretched from border to border, there will be no extradition.
She is imprisoned in my Guantánamo where pleasure is pain.
The interrogation resumes as the labia plead their case.
No gland is tortured more than the Petal of passion.
The vaginal orchid that stands tall in defiance,
Sweating  and quivering from the friction.
Lips suckle the rebellious one as screams of mercies are heard from afar.
Ears enclosed within thighs, no words can be deciphered or accepted.
The little death will come and come again in waves of gratification.
The blind man rises as his cane is exposed.
Tapping at the doorway of pleasure, lips whisper
Folds of delight unravel, just slightly to kiss the intruder.
Just enough to entice a second no third
spasm that energizes the detainee.
Her rights are read in profanity whispered close to her ear.
The language translates to erotica.
No bailiff is needed for restraint.
She welcomes the cross-examination as
order has been bestowed to her courtroom.
As the adjudicator denies her plea
The gavel strikes over
and over
until
Finally
Leaving no room for further questioning
The defense rest
In Ecstasy