And then I sense your wandering eyes,
Those roiling mists on darkening skies.

And soft, pulsed beckons of your lips,
Entreat across my naked hips.

And kiss along my sleeping cock,
To tease it into interlock.

And your muff’s tickle on my pride,
Succumbs to your rich, honeyed glide.

And nipples proudly taking in,
The goosebumps thrilling on my skin.

And slow gyrations from your waist,
Suffuse your heist with loving grace.

And then the tango of your lust,
Breaks softness into strident thrust.

And now you plea as I spin free,
To taste the treasures of your lee.

And marvel at your arching back,
As I repay your sweet attack.

And seize your mane, at your demand,
To bend you to our lust’s command.

And I strike deep to goad the fire,
Searing the winds of our desire.

And then extract your begging grunt,
To spill my spirits in your cunt.

And catch your parched cries on my cheek,
As I drive hard for every shriek.

And draw your gasp,
At my unhasp.

Then fade.
And rest upon the pool we’ve made.