His Turn

Waking with a moan, I open my eyes
and, gaze down at the woman between my thighs.
Her little mouth is so busy and at work.
My manhood seems to have betrayed me, as I slept
and, now.. she's winning, without contest.
My eyes roll back into my head, and as
one of my hands clench the sheets that cover
our king size bed, the other getting
lost in the golden curls upon her head
My jaws screwed on to tight, find they've
but a moment, and that's all they're allowed
to part, pulling in heaving breaths,
causing my tone, and fit chest to
fall in with gulps of air, none could protest
Her mouth plunges down my ever growing length,
and then it's the depth of her throat I feel..
every agonizing moment, pushing me to
find the end, and release..
Gazing down at her, through cresent eyes,
just in time to spy
a band of fingers moving between her pale white thighs
This vision sends me reeling, my head falling among the pillows
and the bed swallowing my back, just
as my lover is attempting, so well, to do.
As if the sight has broke my last strong hold, my body tenses
and within her lips my seed is erupting from
the depths of me, boiling hot.. and
burrowing a new home, in the length of her throat.
All I hear are moans, mine or her's .. to me, that's unknown.
...then it's done...my eyes still closed, I breathe
as a man who's just finished a million mile dash
Her cool body slides up, and lazes against mine..
A kiss, tasting all too much of myself, we share,
but right now,I couldn't care...
In her arms.. we fall to rest.