As My Boyfriend Strokes

--- ever try this, it's real fun! ---


In warm tangle of quilt and robe,
Hips lift tall for panty glide express.
Sash flies apart revealing undress.
Lips shine pink by candlelights' glow.

Half-lidded eyes, knees spread nasty
Hands pinch my tips to pain then shiver,
Wet mango scent wafts hot for quiver
As I play my parts, a violin crafty.

Tongue lolls near my dancing grin,
Fingers sneak down for wet-gloved fruit,
Sweat runs 'tween and moans come mute,
Music jumps twice, I'm watching him.

Butt naked stiff and throbbing red,
Power and grace roars through my mind,
Oiled, shiny, muscled with a tight behind,
Velvet grip pounding, I twitch instead.

"We can't touch." Our mutual yokes -
Me on the bed and he on a chair.
Ten feet of passion pulses through our air,
Working to cum as my boyfriend strokes.