Guilty Pleasure

Guilty Pleasure

Don Abdul ©2009

As you speak to me
My arms around you
Your sweet melodious voice reaches deep
In the inner recesses of my needy soul
Well past the places of deceit, of pretense

Oh how I love the feel of your skin against mine
Your body heat
The warmth of your quickening breath
The softness of your moans
The dizzying import of their implication

My heart melts at the touch of your lips
Pressing against mine, same as our hips
Oh god! My mind screams, helpless
I'm powerless to resist the seduction in your eyes

Concerns, propriety, morals
All dissolve in the solvent of lust
Diluted into oblivion in the rivers of our arousal
Your nipples harden, clitoris erect pussy moisten
My cock throbbing, kicking, aching
Both suffering anxiety, impatient desire
All consuming the raging inferno of our shared lust

Losing our cool, we hury, kissing, nibbling, biting
Ripping, tearing, clothes off our backs
Reaching, touching, pulling, and then pushing
Oh! We are crazily thrusting, reaching, giving and receiving
Humping, swinging, swaying, bumping
Moaning, Scratching, groaning, crying
Fluids flowing, like rivers, sweat, tears, juices
Hearts thumping, skins smacking, backs arching, hips locking
Screams ringing, eyes rolling, dams breaking
Cum spurting, Juice squirting
Your walls gripping, kneading, sucking
Every last drop
Elixirs of release comingling

Our hunger sated, we go tumbling, and then cuddling
Spooning, breathing hard, and Smiling
Oh how so hot, great and fulfilling
This guilty pleasure that we were just sharing