Her limbs flailing
inviting me in
when she twists her legs
and flips her hair.
wanton whispers float like incense
caressing the air.
Her eyes,
topaz stars forming delicate speckled
gold rims of lust thrashing
energy
into mine.
Her hair
is hay
but much softer
as I run my freshly manicured hands
around and around
allowing the curls to fall
in spiraling sedation.
Tickling my muse
and
throbbing my loins
which I didn't know could beat so wildly
until I met
her.
I set her gently on the sheets
as if a new born she is fragile
to be taken great care and responsibility of.
I lick her smoothly just barely allowing
my lips to touch the most delectable parts.
For fear,
no cowardice
that I might be too weak
to sustain temptation
on the verge of velvet
explosion peaking momentarily as I touch
the pinnacle of her breast.
Fastening a charm upon her
with my weight baring down on her.
A pure insatiable appetite
ravishing her
until precipitation
peaks and dries.
I summon strength
to finish the job I am not worthy of
with a roja blush permeated to my cheeks
like that of crushed and mutilated rose petals.
I pluck a star hiding in a bush
and make a bouquet of shimmering satin
all that is fit for the root of my passion.
Priming herself on my bed.
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