It Starts with a Simple Kiss

I touch your lips with a simple kiss, giving hint of my deep devotion.
My arms caress your middle back, pulling you close with all emotion.

Our skin touches and currents moves, heads tilted against each other.
Thrown clothes surround the open room, our naked bodies tightly smothered.

I pick you up with arms of passion, your legs wrapped around the waist.
Against the wall our bodies thrust, my hands beneath you interlaced.

Our blood begins to pump throughout, your nipples arise and harden.
Your juices start to drip so ripe, giving consent to your woman’s garden.

My manhood fills with blood and grows, the head so damp from dripping bliss.
It slides so deep inside your flower, hiding moans of joy with embraced kiss.

I thrust my hips even harder and harder, your nails dig deep inside my back.
Your eyes go dark, stars are seen, music playing from our love soundtrack.

My shaft is full and urging release, to spread my seed inside your hole.
I eject my gift and the body shakes, feeling needles with no control.

Our lips again entwin with passion, our bodies still locked with deep desire.
Both souls are trembled and full of rush, an atmosphere of passion fire.

The sweat that drenches our delicate skin, is evidence of our merged sensation.
Our dance of love, our motion of seas, the art of body communication.

Still pressed against that sturdy wall, our bodies standing chest to breast.
Knowing inside without any pause, that our love is strong and blessed.

(December, 2017)