His Gift

Strong and dominant
Is the man that i love
He is my Teacher
And He is my Captain.

Gentle and independent
Is how i’m described
Yet i am His student
And i am His wench.

i’ve given Him my love
i’ve given Him my all
i’ve submitted to Him
He is my Teacher, my Captain.

He has given me His love
He has given me His all
He has taken control of me
i am His student, His wench.

A gift He gave me
One few shall ever receive
For in my power
We spent that night.

His student took control
His wench showed power
He sat there with a smile
And let me have my way.

Left a mark upon his skin
With the mere tip of my nail.
my tongue licked it clean
up to assault His succulent mouth

He holds back control
And shivers with need
Our tongues dance together
As Captain and wench, Teacher and student

His lips i leave
To bite my way down
To tease and excite
What lay upon His chest

Further down i slide
On the floor at His feet
i look to Him for permission
with eyes hunger filled

Simple words were said
A please and my name
So empowered again
My hands move quick

He lifts His hips
and is suddenly bare
magnificent beauty
just waiting for me

i kiss one thigh
A lick, a nibble, soft touch
To the other i go
The pattern the same

A tip of my finger
Touches the tip of Him
Excitement flows through me
As i circle the head

My fingers the only thing
Very simple teasing
Touching and circling
The beauty of Him

i can tell he controls
His body shivers with need
my lips turn quite gentle
For the first kiss I give Him

A taste of sweet juice
Tis what He gives me
The taste so good
i moan in gracious pleasure

i take a bit in
my fingers still circling round
my tongue swirls and dances
Upon His masterful head.

He begins to move
And my rhythm matches
He still holds back
Giving me control

i take more in
And my hands slide down
Words of Irish love are whispered
From His lips to me

More of Him is released
And i relish the taste
His hands grasp my hair
Tugging so lovingly

Making love with my mouth
Tis what i continue doing
His breath is so quick
And His thrust so sweet

His hands in my hair
The tugging softens to strokes
In sweet loving words He asks,
Shall i take what He is to give?

Raising my lips in sweet reply,
“Tis my pleasure to taste,
All You shall give to me.”
i look into His eyes.
.
Lowering my head again
i take Him lovingly in
His hands take my shoulders
As His moans and groans increase

With His shakes and shivers
I back off a bit
Just His head now to be tasted
As I wonder of what shall come

A sudden gift fills my mouth
As He has his release
i take it in and swallow it down
a bit to sit upon the edge of my lip

He grabs me up for a kiss
Tasting Himself upon my lip
Together our hearts rush rhythm
Our breaths mix so sweet.

A first time for me
Yet my Teacher let me lead
At his feet I had kneeled
Yet my Captain gave me choice.

A gift He gave me
One few shall ever receive
For in my power
We spent that night.

His student took control
His wench showed power
He sat there with a smile
And let me have my way.

Love is the guide
To both His wench and my Captain
Showing us the way
For as i belong to Him, He belongs to me.