PassionFlame's Fire

Note: Based on interactions in the thread, Flame's Second Adventure.

Oh PassionFlame, my PassionFlame,
My dream of you was sweet and wet,
So hot it was,
The steam blocked my view,
But, I knew I had to explore every curve and crevice.

I put my hands forth and made my way,
To seek and capture my prize,
My hands were eager and ready,
Dear God man, c'mon be steady!

To my surprise, twas your lips I found,
So kissable and ready for my touch,
I could not resist and leant in to kiss,
Your soft and luscious, desirable lips,

Yes, I leant in to kiss her,
She raised herself up to meet me,
Our lips met,
Suddenly there was bliss.

My tongue was persistent,
And found it's way through.
Her tongue decided it wanted to play to.
They met, and made love,
As only tongues can do.

I knew it was time to move on,
My hardness drove me lower,
First her cheek,
Then her neck,
Then the breasts of my lover.

PassionsFlames heat,
But only grew,
Causing her body to writhe,
With sexual, sweaty ecstasy, pure and complete.

Her breasts glistened with droplets of sweat,
As I looked at them in awe,
What a wonderful gift of nature,
So perfect, without flaw.

I began to kiss them,
Oh hell! Here's the truth,
I devoured each one,
With lips and tongue.

Her nipples and areolas were the first,
Then the meat of her breasts were next,
She moaned with ecstasy, my Passion Flame did,
She pulled my head close and shouted,
"Suck them Grant with all of your best!"

Once, with her breasts, I was done,
Then off to the next part I went,
I slowly moved toward her luscious belly,
Using first my lips then my tongue,
her desire I had won.

I heard in my head the rhythm of music,
Bolero was playing, reaching my ear,
But from where?
I could not see, only droplets of steam filled the air.

At this time the intensity was more than
I could bear,
My hardness increased, my growth reached its peak,
Intelligent thinking no longer controlled,
I now sought out my PassionFlames most precious place.

With her legs spread wide open,
I anticipated what was next,
I reached my hand forward,
And felt her moist, wet sex.

I used my fingers first,
Then put my tongue to the task,
She moaned with great pleasure,
But I felt I should ask.

My PassionFlame, my PassionFlame,
I have a great need,
One that you can quench,
Please don't deny me, or make me plead.

I stared into her eyes,
Which guided me in,
The feel of her precious place,
A lustful grin on my face.

The beat of the music controlled the rythmn we shared,
Stanza by stanza, the pleasure beyond compare,
Our sexual moment reaching its frenzied peak,
Ending in sweet orgasmic release.

Then all of sudden,
I looked all around me,
There was no steam, no music,
My PassionFlame was gone,

My heartbeat, though, was labored,
I had trouble getting a breath
I found myself sitting on my comfy chair,
And my cock was dripping wet.