Her Skin Is Aflame, Touch Her

Her Skin Is Aflame, Touch Her

His hands and fingers bring heat,
Such instruments of pleasure,
It always starts so softly,
His loving touch her treasure.

She moans with thought of his touch,
The memory is enough,
To bring forth her woman's dew,
Halting orgasm is tough.

He knows her body so well,
His fingers melt resistance,
She begs for him not to stop,
And offers her assistance.

Oh, God, touch my breasts gently,
Her pleading turns him on more,
The rhythm brings on madness,
She forces him to adore.

His fingers find her pussy,
She moans and cries out his name,
He enters her moist center,
Her soft skin begins to flame.

Her skin now warm and blushing,
He feels her heat with his touch,
Her pleading for some release,
Makes him love her very much.

The sound of her completion,
Brings his throbbing cock to mind,
He wants to mount her badly,
Hoping she'll respond in kind.

Will she spread her legs for him,
Welcome him inside once more?
Her warm pussy his Heaven,
His cock needs to touch her core.

She warmly lets him enter,
Her heat now an intense flame,
Such hot skin, breath, and pussy,
His hard cock erupts and came.

They smolder together now,
Wrapped in one another's bliss,
The heat but a memory,
Their love aflame as they kiss.