When I need someone she is there.

Always.

Always ready for the enjoyment
I will give.

Always ready for the gratification
She wishes to give.

And once more to give.

Once offered
She is ever mine to taste.

She is mine to taste and to please
With my gentle ministrations
To her tender body of joy.

Her cries resound in my heart
As I transport her
To ecstasy.

Always.

Always ready with quivering,
Tremulous flesh,
So silken to the touch.

She knows that she will fly
Once more into the
Heavens of passion
With me
Soaring beside her.

Always there.

When she needs someone I am there.

Always.

We share our lust 
And we have no regrets
That we meet so furtively in this way.

We share
And we know exactly what we have
As we join our bodies
Into one.

Always allowing the other
To know
Each is adored.

Always.

Her body seeks mine 
And mine seeks hers
As I enter her once more.

One more time I feel the wetness
Of her readiness
For my flesh against her flesh.

Inside her.

Moving to the beat of her
Whimpering sighs and love.

We join.

When we need each other we are there.

Always.