I’m supine, your intention

Your hands and touch, melting seduction

Soft thigh stretching overhead

Your shameless thrill still unsaid

Lowering oblivion, light now escaping

Above me now is your hesitation

Excite me, torment me

Teasing perfection

As your slickness descends

My passion erection

This curtain view my mouth must plead

The urgent murmurs of my need

I drink, taste, inhale, my tongue impaling

Your font, your altar, your heat radiating

Open and pulsing you, my mouth over-spilling

Rivulets of saline, cascading and fizzing

Gyrating torso, screams from afar

An indecent share from the goddess you are

Then holding, relaxing, my hair in your fingers

You wipe you on me, my lips release embers

We then embrace, you taste you on me

Yes I am your putty

And you are my She

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