I see myself holding you close to me,
squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream -
I know I'll get tenfold tonight.
Running my palms across your breast,
as you tremble and bite your lip.
Feeling your hands upon my chest,
the softness of each fingertip.
Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft,
and slowly lowering my kiss
over pert nipples, across your navel,
and finally into pure bliss.
Looking upon your face from below
as you tilt back your head.
Feeling your fountains begin to flow
as you ease back on the bed.
Your "innocent little devil" look,
crying insatiably with the sensation.
Lip to lip lapping up every drip
from the well of your creation.
The way you pull me up by the hair
to the heat of your mouth, on fire.
No other thoughts, no other cares,
just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion,
pushing my love into you
on the waves of your emotion
in slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture,
taken to the hilt, then just past.
Rhythm growing, faces glowing,
the climax coming fast.
That heated, illicit look
of ecstasy across your eyes,
echoing throughout the heavens
on overindulgent cries.
The sultry look upon your face
in reaching that gyrating gush,
the way you bite my fingers
when I try to make you hush.
Your arching back, your fingernails,
your perfume mixed with sweat.
The way you keep rubbing against me
with your insides already so wet.
Love the way when I'm beat dead and ready
to fall face first to the floor,
you put your sweet lips to my ear-
and whisper, "I want more! "
©2012 Christopher Reilley
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