Her Throne
...loving so much when she makes me do this...
She lowers herself onto my waiting face, Her essence a heady perfume, a tender embrace. Her weight on my lips, a delicious pressure, As I taste the beginning of our intimate pleasure. She sits upon my eager face, a throne of pleasure's grace, Her weight a tantalizing press, igniting fires to confess. With breath held tight, I begin to trace, her intimate and hidden space, My tongue explores, a tender grace, worshipping he...