She washes over me, like the warm summer rains,

Her scent, her touch, the taste of her that drives me insane.

Her soft skin a blanket that she wraps around me,

The way she moans in whispers would drive anyone crazy.

Her body begs me to touch her, kiss and just explore,

She moves against me, silently begging me for more.

I can feel her trembling as I softly kiss between her knees,

The groans I hear her uttering, “Yes, take me, please.”

I can smell her excitement and gently insert my finger,

As she draws in her breath, for a moment there I will linger.

The warm softness inside her, so wet and oh so very hot,

It makes me long to please her and give her all that I’ve got.

With my lips I take her softly and she loudly calls my name,

I’m in another world now, for which I feel no shame.

Her body is now my playground bringing me so much joy,

She groans loudly in her pleasure, that I am hers; her baby.

Soul to soul we have a passion that most won’t understand,

Unless you’ve walked the walk, then you would know first hand.