Night Gallery

Night Gallery

You move slowly
looking at the art
But the art I see is you
You are set apart
Clad sexily in you dress
Enticing me, inviting me
Your eyes asking me
"please undress"
"make me quiver"
"make me cum"
"I want you badly"
"my darling one"

Slipping way
while the others distracted are
I feel you heart beating
You leave the door ajar
Following you
Somewhere inside
I look for a place
where we two can hide
From prying eyes
And wagging tongues
We want to be together
Our fever’s begun

You take my hand
place it on your breast
you tell me to squeeze it
you do not protest
your hand slips quietly
down my pants
your eyes gleam
your tongue does dance
over my head and shaft you play
and I moan quietly
as I am swept way

The reaction is building
and then I let go
you swallow me lovingly
you want me to know
that you own this cock
and the cum it posses
as you look at me with smoldering eyes
and shake your brunnette tresses

You rise and I fall
down to my knees
my tongue finds you cleft
it begins to tease
the clit, the lips the sweet nectar I taste
we don't want to be caught
but I don't want to haste
the orgasm that you will receive
will be a release, tensions relieved
as I lap and lave that pussy so sweet
I see your legs shaking
the arch of your feet.

You cry out in pleasure
a soft senual moan
and push down onto my face
my name you intone
as I probe more deeply
you wonder how it could be
that I provoke this reaction
as you do in me.

With a shudder your sweet honey releases
and I drink your champagne
with firey kisses
as slowly the tremors of lust subside
we recover our compsure
and head back inside
the gallery is empty
but all that I see
is a masterpiece of sensual beauty
standing in front of me.