A Lover's Tryst

The Firelight glowed, flames dancing bright as it drove away the dark of night.
The large silvery orb of the moon, had been in the sky, but gone too soon.
Around the camp was stygian Black, with only the fire to keep it back.
Hyena's howls so loud and long, accompanied by the Cicada's song.
The heat of the night enveloped all, The restless Lion's roaring call.
The soft swishing of the Lizard's tail as across the wall it laid its trail.
The night moths dancing in the light, of the open fire burning bright.
The meal was eaten, wine they sipped, the Leopard's roar the night it ripped,
Tearing at its victim's throat, the mewling cries of a dying goat.
The air was thick with feral sounds, of animal life which now surrounds,
The safety of the burning fire, fuelled with wood, flames burning higher.
His skin was damp, it gleamed with sweat, she looked much cooler than him and yet,
She herself could feel the heat, building stronger where her thighs meet.
The drink she'd had, the animal sounds, in her breast the feeling pounds,
Excitement grows within her there, feral pleasure pervades the air,
Her man sits back between his thighs she watches as he starts to rise.
Seeing the swelling, snake like form, building in her such a storm.
Her own thighs soon begin to weep, she wished to have him in her deep,
warm wet centre, filling her up, buried in her female cup.
The buttons pop as she takes off, her heavy sweat soaked body top.
Unfettered breasts they meet the air, erotic static everywhere.
His gleaming eyes were for her alone, as he reached up removed his own.
His sweat soaked chest with muscles tight, flexing in the firelight.
her need was great, she wished to tease, dropped to the floor between his knees.
Reaching for what she knew was there, the sound of zip it rent the air.
As she reached in and took a hold, and wondered should she be so bold,
The churning turmoil twixt her hips, drove her to take him between her lips,
drawing in the swollen head, into her mouth she slowly fed,
His pulsing manhood throbbing strong, her desperate need swept her along.
His strong hands searched and cupped each breast, the peak of which her nipples rest,
His smooth caress, each nipple teased, whilst inside her mouth his manhood eased.
a soft warm welcome there he found, her tongue just swirling round and round ,
No more of this he could not stand, and reaching down he took her hand,
and raised her up he could not rest, he crushed her bosom to his chest.
Their lips met quickly, tongues dived in, battling there each try to win.
The feelings rising at their core, and once again the Leopards roar,
The dress's catch he soon had found, it swiftly falling to the ground
as her own hands reached out for his belt, in he's arms she began to melt.
The sexual fever growing strong, urgently carries them both along,
Their passion growing deep inside, fed by the feral calls outside,
Urgently their last clothes are shed, and embracing each, fall to the bed.
Two burning bodies filled with need, on each other's bodies lips did feed ,
Sweat coated bodies slip and slide, grunts of passion from deep inside.
No time now to hesitate, the overwhelming need to mate,
Bodies driven with animal need, now slip apart as he starts to feed,
His throbbing, pulsing, fleshy rod, inside her lips, she cries, "Oh God!"
She feels her lips being pushed aside, as he buries himself so deep inside,
Her pulsing, wet, inviting cup. He pushes home and fills her up.
The lover's cries are joined by more, by Leopards and Lions mating roar.
Her legs slip around him holding tight, her arms hold on with all her might.
Their loins are welded just as one, all loving feelings now are gone.
The lovers only need to fill, their bodies with each surging thrill.
As he slips and slides inside her core, screaming out she needs much more,
Her hot wet passage grips him tight, as he pounds her loins with all his might.
Her thrusting hips meet with his own, each plunging probe met with a moan,
The telling, metronomic din of the slapping bodies, skin on skin.
Needful loins meet time again, the rising agony and the pain.
Of urgent growing sexual need, at their centre's it must feed.
His powerful, thrusting reaches deep, inside her where she wants to keep,
Him tightly to her, buried there, deep inside her pulsing lair.
The Groans and grunts the mewling cries, accompany their thrusting thighs,
The fires raging in their core, all consuming and what's more.
His iron rod it starts to swell, what is coming they know so well.
The sexual storm is about to break, their bodies can no longer take,
The stoking of the fires burning, raising lust and raising yearning,
The animal lust churns in their gut, the loving couple start to rut,
bodies clawed, flesh lightly bitten, with all consuming need their smitten.
As one final time their loins meet tight, he thrusts in her with all his might.
His swelling rod, begins to pump, his hands tightly gripping to her rump.
As he spurts inside her body deep, she screams and cries begins to weep.
Her hot, wet, clutching sexual core, holds him deep wanting more,
of the pulsing jets of manly seed, which trip her passion, fills the need ,
Both bodies strain against the other, lover welded to their lover,
Bucking, riding, the sexual storm, with which their bodies now are torn.
The fires rage and lightning flashes, the rod keeps pulsing the thunder crashes.
They both cry out their ecstasy, both are now where they wished to be,
Locked in passion, filled with need, he fills her with his spurting seed.
As orgasm racks their tight joined loins, their sexual parts are now conjoined.
Each lover lost in churning fire, their bodies ravaged with desire,
Their gasps and groans now die away, yet still inside her he wants to stay.
Her clasping stops as his pulsing slows, inside them both awareness grows.
As his once hard piston fades away, slips from her cup till another day.
Their kisses now are soft and warm, as from their passion they are torn.
The rain drums loudly on their tent, cooling all, their passions spent.
The beasts loud cries are heard no more, lovers sated to their core.
Gently hold on to each other, glad to be with their own lover.

Pollysyllabic 20/07/2016