A Heavenly Bead

As strange as it seems,
The bead makes a line,
Perspiration mark,
Her woman alive.

Working construction,
His shirt tossed away,
His perspiration,
Makes her stare and stay.

Not an Adonis,
A real man enough,
When the sweating starts,
Urging thoughts so tough.

Follow the wet bead,
Travel his body,
Straight down and below,
She licks it hotly.

It slides past his belt,
She made her request,
To lick the bead down,
Hands and tongue in quest.

Belt, zipper, pants parted,
Adding to the heat,
She stripped him naked,
The bead's route complete.

With thoughts of pleasure,
She wanted free reign,
Mouth, hands, tongue explored,
Bead gone, lust remained.

He said, "Please don't stop."
More lust once begun,
With tension mounting,
He came and was done.

With his need over,
She asked to be pleased.
Removing her panties,
Serious and not a tease.

He lowered his head,
He licked her before,
She came in a rush,
Role play she adores.

It's their fantasy,
Part of their sex life,
There in the backyard,
Hot husband, wet wife.

Once they're satisfied,
They make a new date,
New scenario,
If caught, that's their fate.

Walking hand in hand,
They go back inside,
Dirty talk in bed,
True love, what a ride.