His Fingertips

His fingertips softly brushed aside
Her golden strands of silken hair
Blue eyes burned into his core
Her soul aflame and laid out bare

Her lips approached
With intense desire
To taste his need
And feed her fire

Her soft lips touching
Her tongue explored
To satisfy her craving
Of the sounds she adored

His sharp inhale
His deep growling sigh
Made her wetness drip
Down her soft inner thigh

His breath began to quicken
Her hand reached up to stroke
And draw the pleasure from him
Until she began to soak

He marked her with his scent
With waves of carnal cries
Deep where her moans had come from
Lost in her ocean eyes

With long slow breaths and growls
His hands released her hair
As he pulled her off him slowly
But held her gazing stare

He leant down to softly kiss her
And taste him on her lips
And reached down with his hands
And ran them along her hips

He slid his hands between her thighs
And pushed her knees apart
He felt her wetness for him
And her thumping heart

His fingertips drew out of her
His name in lustful screams
Her body writhing for him
Her wetness was obscene

Panting, soaking, sweating
Hands gripping tight
He leant into her neck
And gave a passionate bite

Their bodies entwined together
In the aromas of desire
Etched on their skin forever
Consumed and floating higher