My Only True Lover

My Only True Lover
By Techsan ©

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just two rosy Lips
With their promise of tender caresses
Amid the depth of her amber tresses.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just a snaking Tongue
With its promise of exploring my hard sword;
Ensuring that it will never become bored.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just two lovely Cheeks
Promising to expand until they house his balls
And raise his libido to the top of the walls.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just two bulbous Titties
With their promise of squeeze-able fun
Whose every view brings me on the run.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just round Breasts
With their promise of soft loving rest
When all rest of the world is at its worst.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just two delicious Nipples
With their promise of life’s greatest nourishment
Whether child or other savoring its burnishment.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just a star-spangled Anus
With its promise of forbidden love,
An exquisite reward for a gentle shove.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just a luscious curvy Ass
With its promise of a perfect mating
And sensations that defy all rating.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just a Pubic area
With its promise of access to her inner being
Heralding her precious tasting, feeling and seeing.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just two Labia, both inner and outer
With their promise of guiding to the promised land,
That inner host of the race’s ultimate mating ground.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than just a little budding Clitty
With its promise of glorious attainment
If I can but find the magic pace of refrain-ment.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than warm wet velvety Pussy
With its promise of exquisite consummations
The be all and end all of my admirations.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than the act of Fucking we love
With its myriad electric shocks and tingling nerves
Leaving us both drained and filled with verve.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than the many Cums we’ve shared over time
With all of their slick, savory bastings
Left for my hasty searchings and tastings.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than her many Climaxes we’ve shared
With the connotation of hastily arranged bouts
That turned into sensually pleasing routs.

She is all of these things and always more;
More than our Orgasms shared in the night
With its rewards to both parties delighted,
Leaving me always feeling newly knighted.

She is a mind that stays a step ahead
With a body that teases but always yields.
We sometimes share with other pairs
But turn back together to our own life’s fairs.

She is a Whole, a living, breathing being
So much more than a glance can contain.
I own her heart, soft, precious and blind
And she owns mine, devoted and kind.

She is the reason for my being,
The cause for my being alive.
The day we part my lifeline will sever.
She is my one, my only true Lover.