under my caress

Under my caress his stomach muscles flipped,
he turned his face from me to hide in his bliss, in his peace
as I explored the formations of his upper body,
drawing maps of pleasure as I went,
getting closer to him tipping my body on his
I could tell how every touch became a catalyst,
a stimulus on his skin
empowered I was the control and authority
I had on such a majestic piece of God’s creativity
how he turned on me, exhilarating
lifted me onto the table where my books once been,
started on my neck, hands adventurous
on my back then my waist, then my ass,
he squeezed and I could tell how he enjoyed me,
my blood boiled, with every touch I was melting,
loosing little grip I had on reality
he was getting solid, sturdier by the second,
warmer between his legs as blood rushed to where it was needed most.
he yanked off my top,
found my breasts, took one into his mouth and kissed and licked and sucked
to his hearts content,
sure made me alert, the man could do no wrong.
speech failed me, I just mouthed words from all tongues
I could pick from my ever diminishing brain activities,
where there was no thought,
all was blank except pleasure, with its colors and its sounds and its smells
which combined into sensations I thought sensational
in the way fused dreams, wishes, thoughts, reality and time together.
as he made his way south to bless me with his magic touch,
I felt him fill up some more with love and lust
he was ready to share all that with me.
I scratched his arms, he met my eyes
and understood
then went on to do just what his queen pleased
we lasted all evening,
pleasing and pleasing again,
finally,
content
we laid on his bed naked and full and fools
for each others body and soul.