Locking eyes with mine,
You hungrily
let your lips trail
through the smooth surface
of my thighs

Your fingers
slowly unwrap
the lacy cover
of the folds
that you've been
longing to peel open

With the lacy cover
pushed down to my feet
I lift my hips a little bit
As you bite your lower lip

You lean your head
looking down at me,
and place my legs
around your shoulders

Eyes on fire
Breathing more ragged
Hips swaying in circles
A smile that wantonly
craves to get wet

Quickly,
your mouth takes
the plunge
in search of that
fruit hidden
between my folds

I gasp
and you giggle,
One hand
pulls upon my nipple.
My hands
clasping the bedframe
and the sheets

I gasp more
as you bury
a finger
and another
that finds that
delicious fruit
in the middle of my alleys.

Now, your tongue
lashes this fruit
until its juices drip,
claiming each drop
with your sensual lips,
promising
that you won't catch air
until you juice it
to its last swell.

My hands on your head,
tugging your locks
as I whimper
Your sensual fingers
curling, slamming
hitting my innermost core
in synch with your lips
in rhythm with my hips
reaching the crescendo
of my scream.

I grasp your hair
as I still feel the ache
when you plucked this fruit -
the kind of nibble
that you,
crawling
towering over me
offers
as we lip-lock
slowly
passionately
sharing my fruit juice
on your lips,
cuddling gently
breathing each other in,
sating each other's
hunger,
before
we hear
the birds sing.