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Click hereYour hands on my skin...
Your lips at my breast.
I don't think tonight
We'll get any rest.
Our passions fire...
Ignite and flame.
My body trembles
As you whisper my name.
My hands, they roam...
From your head on down...
As yours take the straps
Of my lacy silk gown.
I feel your breath...
Your body's heat...
As you pull the straps
And I kneel at your feet.
My eyes gaze upward
As I feel your cock's tip
Trace the full line
Of my bottom lip.
My lips, they part...
Slowly at first...
My tongue slipping out
To circle your girth.
Sweet drops, they hover...
In front of my eyes...
I chance a taste
As I grip your thighs.
I feel you shudder...
I hear you moan...
I engulf your shaft
And welcome it home.
My mouth is hot...
My grip is firm...
I stroke your length...
You feel the burn...
My tongue leaves trails
Of white-hot heat...
I feel you start
To sway on your feet.
Your hands form fists...
Wrapping my long mane...
Reins of hair gripped tight...
Your power to maintain.
You pull me close...
I breathe your scent...
You look down
To see my body bent.
You lean back...
Your eyes burn bright...
Gazing down at me...
Enjoying the sight.
My skin is flushed...
Nipples pressed to lace...
You see the hunger
So clear on my face.
You close your eyes
And push back...deep...
My eyes widen...
My body leaps.
You enter my throat...
Holding me there...
Feeling me struggle
As I gasp for air.
Fingernails gripping...
Clawing your skin...
I feel you pulse...
Throb hard within.
Your breath is short...
Your hips move fast...
You don't know
How long you'll last.
Every last inch...
I take it all...
One hand moving
To cradle your balls.
I feel them grow tight
Give them a squeeze...
Wanting your cum...
Making whimpered pleas.
With one last thrust
You look to see
The bulge in my throat...
Me on my knees.
You finally explode...
Pushing deeper still...
Holding me close...
Testing my will.
A good girl's reward...
That sweet, salty cum...
Swallowing each delicious drop
Until you are done.
I love the imagery and the progression in this poem. The steadily building intensity makes it hot! It really captures the erotic elements of a satisfying blow job, for both involved. I'm so glad the author got her well deserved reward, and that she so vividly shared it with all of us.
I love to read the point of view of women who love to give head!