In our own little world.

The air is magic
as you take my hand.
Twilight birds are serenading.
You are my Galahad.

~

Your breath upon my neck.
You softly say my name.
Knees get weak.
I can not speak.

~

Caressing my arms.
You lick my skin.
I turn in your arms.
To melt once again.

~

Breathing gets rough.
As we go to touch.
You tell me I'm beautiful
and your voice is gruff.

~

Buttons pop.
As we sink to the floor.
As the clothes come off
wanting, needing, more.

~

Holding my arms down
so I cannot touch.
"Naughty girl, you'll get yours soon enough."
One lick to a nipple.
Than sits back and waits.

Writhing and squirming.
As the air hits my skin.
Arms still pinned.
I watch you grin.

~
A lick here, a lick there.
Ever so slowly.
You lick down my skin.
Until you find
the hidden peach within.
~
Then there is nothing
but the ragged breathing
You let me go
and plunge your hardness within.
~
Just when I can't take anymore.
You grab me tight
and slide your hard piece of heaven in.

~
Arms finally freed.
The beast is unleashed.
Screaming with passion.
I get just what I need.
~
Flipped over now.
It's my turn to play.
and miss nice girl
has left for the day.
~
Sliding up a wee bit
to your chin.
Sliding down to rake
upon your skin.

Back a lick or two.
Forth I am sucking you.
~
I scream.
You roar.

That's when we realize
We're on the forest floor.
As we lay there
with leaves sticking within.

We look at each other

and grin.