Animalistic Dance

I could smell her sweet aroma,
From the room across the hall.
It flushed my mind with soma,
Until no longer, could I stall.

Whatever deeds needed be done,
The world would have to wait.
My primal side needed some fun,
time it was to stalk my mate.

I raised my nose up to the draft,
and obtained her sinful scent.
A direction pointed from my shaft,
And so onward I went.

I came into her room to find,
into her P.J.'s changing,
I came upon her from behind,
The beast within me raging.

I wanted to just grab her and,
Take her where she stood.
Instead, with my mighty hand,
I touched as softly as I could.

I caressed her silken, curvy nape-
And continued down her spine.
She then released to me agape,
twas then I claimed her mine.

I carried her into my room,
Her body still undressed.
Her blushes such as roses bloom,
Her skin craved more caress.

I laid her on the bed quite soft,
And stripped myself to bare.
Her heart was fluttering aloft,
When off, her panties I did tear.

Her blush had then turned into beaming,
as I kissed along her thigh.
She could barely keep from screaming,
As my tongue went by and by.

Her savory sweet flavor danced,
further fueling my arouse.
Upon her lovely face I glanced,
through her quivering I browsed.

Her moans the fuel that fed my fire,
Now an uncontrollable blaze.
Both of us drenched in perspire,
My lips traversed her bodies maze.

I kissed a path across her waist,
And too her seething chest.
I did this while reserving haste,
And massaging her firm breasts.

My kiss trail lead up to her neck,
And right behind her ear.
Her tiny hairs did resurrect,
As our passions heat now seared.

From her neck, to chin, to her lips,
Another trail did I kissed,
Right hand grasping to her hip,
While the other bound her wrist.

I gently pushed myself inside,
While she thrived in pleasure.
I used her panting as a guide,
To gauge my needed measure.

Our bodies thrust awhile entwined,
The hours seemed to pass.
No limits to our lusting bind.
With rhythms slow and fast.

For a time we were immortal,
Forever dancing in abyss.
Our hearts omitting endless chortle,
While forever lost in bliss.

I read the signals in her face,
As I try to make her peek.
If must, I will bend time and space,
To get the groans I seek.

When I reach her special spot,
She arks her stomach high.
To see this vision can't be bought,
The pleasure in her eyes.

Her screaming then subsides to pants,
as she tries to catch her breath.
This condition’s known in France,
As named the “little death”.

I give her heart some time to rest,
And poor her some champagne.
When her tingles have regressed,
We start the dance again.