Nice and Slow

Summer evening and she is all aglow
She sips ice-cold white wine and dreams of getting it slow
She offers him oysters and lets him lick her fingers
Then gives him a quick kiss that somehow lingers
The game he wanted to watch
Those beers he planned to guzzle
They become memories that recede, prisoners to his need
As his cock springs up in his shorts
She rakes her red nails over his nipples
Kisses his neck and begs for his seed
In a flash he is butt naked and buried deep in her throat
She works her magic as she caresses his balls
Too quick he comes to the boil and before he loses it all
Whips his cock out of her mouth
Picks her up and takes her to bed
He caresses her with a feather soft touch
Till she moans and whimpers and begs
Her fingers stroke his sticky, fat cock head
While his probe her silken lips; man is she ready!
She is satiny smooth, warm and wet
As he slides home and sees his lust reflected in her eyes
They rock together, slow and gentle and steady
Till at last the threshold is passed and she tears at the sheets
Wailing and groaning and sobbing in release
And with an animal grunt he pumps a huge load of cream

Copyright Daniel Blue