Lust II

Lust II

Long languorous kisses
Increasing in intensity,
Tongues entwined
Twisting about each other
Dancing a tango of lust.

Hands stroking skin
Running up and down
Lightly brushing past
Nails scraping along
The spine up and down.

Blood flowing hot,
Arousal growing,
Juices dripping,
Each waiting for
Special contact.

Fingers probing places,
Curled around squeezing,
Stroking, massaging,
Drawing forth hardness
Fingers inside wriggling.

Sword seeking scabbard,
Slipping easily inside
The well prepared way,
Filling, stretching,
Deeper, deeper down

Holding deep inside,
Feeling the warmth,
Enjoying the suction,
Waiting for the moment,
Time standing still.

Withdrawal to the edge,
Teasing, testing, rubbing,
Finding nature’s rhythm,
Plunging back again
To sighs and moans.

Sensuous sound abound,
Slurping, slapping noises,
Out and in, in and out,
Wetness increasing
The sounds of lust.

Faster now the movement,
Harder now the thrusts,
Deeper now it probes,
Louder now the cries,
Begging now for more.

Pressure increasing now,
Both in scabbard and sword,
Contracting, swelling,
Both gripping and stretching
Seeking ultimate release.

Waves of ecstasy flowing,
Encompassing bodies
Writhing in lust,
Carried on by instinct
Inevitably to the edge.

Screams of pleasure
Mingling in harmony,
Each urging the other
To greater heights
Of passion and lust.

Explosions abound,
Jets of seed pour out
Mingling with juices,
A perfect coming
Together in lust.

Still writhing in joy
To high to stop,
Orgasmic waves
Flow through, over
Lovers again and again.