Breathe into my mouth

The taste of his kisses, the smell of his breath
As we lie intertwined after passionate depth
Inhale, exhale, the rhythm of our love
His body tense, my lips against his from above

Inhale, exhale.
All the while tugging at the fat, hard meat of his erection.

Inhale, exhale.
I can taste it in my mouth.

Inhale, exhale.
It smells like kisses and love and fucking and him.

Inhale, exhale.
He strokes at his dick and he pulls me in tighter.

Inhale, exhale, then faster –
inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale –
until suddenly his breath catches and he’s holding it.

… holding it…
Holding.
Then exhales.

I listen to his breathing, feeling his release
Tugging at his erection, my pleasure increase
His breath catches, holding it tight
Then exhales deeply, a sweet delight

He breathes into my mouth,
and I suck it greedily down:
that release of pent-up energy.
That sigh of satisfaction.

And I breathe in again.
And then out. And then in.
Like weed smoke held in while kissing me
His essence fills my lungs, setting me free

I breathe it in greedily, savoring his touch
Grateful for this moment, I love him so much
Inhale, exhale, our connection deep
A dance of passion, a promise to keep

I marvel at my luck, at this precious sight
With him by my side, everything feels right.
I love the taste of his kisses.
I adore the smell of his breath