Healing a Hurt Soul

Healing a Hurt Soul

By DormantEvil

*Written from the perspective of a man, by a woman.*

You walk along, graceful and alluring, hair of ebony wisping around.
My heart follows your footsteps, each beat heightened by your steps.
I am filled with passion and desire, overflowing and unbound.
Sitting in the garden I listen to your breathing, something I hope to never forget.

Into the twilight I find myself watching, occasionally twitching.
Magnificence radiates from you whenever you enter a room.
Watching your legs, long and elegant, I find myself wishing.
I wish for your touch, and I am graced by your continual bloom.

My heart follows your sadness, a loss bringing forth each tear.
The sight is the doom of my heart, and I feel it break one thousand times.
My hands wipe away the droplets of sorrow, as I whisper into your ear.
I will always protect you, my love, like a shield of protective vines.

Your eyes brighten a little, big and round like some innocent fawn.
My arms wrap you tightly, as you fall asleep and welcome the night.
I'll protect you my love, I continue to reinforce, caressing your beauty until the dawn.
Illuminating light fills the room, splashing against your sleeping form, a glorious sight.

You whisper my name, yawning and pulling me down.
Lips of pure electricity tease my neck, and I find myself suddenly aroused and alert.
I slip down beneath the sheets, into the darkness, not making a sound.
Beginning to caress your thighs, marveling at your clean-shaved budding floret.

My breath sweeps your womanhood lightly, causing shivers of excitement.
Each whisper another bolt of lightning to fuel your fire.
A prolonged tease your only punishment.
Your sweet feminine scent fills my nose, only stoking my desire.

Fingers so manicured and fine run through my hair.
Your hips rolling like green emerald hills, as you try to get satisfaction.
Finally my tongue touches skin, circling your plump delicate bud.
And you moan and grind, enhancing my soft and purposeful titillation.

Soon I run my tongue up and down your delicious lips.
Your hands pressing me harder into your pussy like some vixen in heat.
Long gentle lapping follows, and I suckle your bud, with little nips.
My tongue penetrates you, gasping for air you grip the bed sheet.

I delve deeply, speeding up my loving licks.
You shiver and squirm, enjoying your present like you rightly deserve.
I can already feel your need for release from the grinding of your hips.
And as I ferociously lick and nip, suck and sip I can no longer preserve.

Soon my hands massage your soft hips, as you cry out my name.
Your feminine depths are so warm, as I enter you now from behind.
Each thrust earns a moan, each lust filled note that leaves your mouth slowly drives me insane.
Your back arches, and I adore the view, my ability to hold back beginning to unwind.

Passion takes over as I pound into your depth.
My manhood throbbing and expanding, your pussy holding me tight.
I can't take it any longer as I call you dirty, filthy name you willingly accept.
I shudder and groan, you orgasm and I melt, my seed filling you like an honored knight.

We breathe heavily together, my weight pressing you into the sheets.
Our bodies dappled with sweat, a thin welcomed cover.
I love you my dear, I whisper and kiss, our hearts now in peace.
I love you right back, she replies, a satisfied lover.