Proof

We’re quick about it this time
After two weeks instead of one
At least not three, like sometimes
Clothes tossed
Watching your emergent nakedness
That look on my face
Yearning, or wonder, or...
“What?” You ask
My mouth on yours for an answer
Plundering tongue
Kisses down your neck
Your head rolls back
Licking lower
A race to your tit
My hand wins
Squeezes to present your nipple
Ravenously licked
Sucked
We moan when you stroke me
Smear pre-cum on my head
Pull me towards the bed
Lay back
Spread your legs
Work your slit with excited fingers
Wet before I arrived is dripping now
Guide me in with both hands
My hand on the base
Sliding in
Buried inside
Eye to Eye
Fucking
Wild and Hard
Loud noises through our kisses
Until we’re content
Until we’re OK again
Where we were going
Enjoying us in repose
And that look on my face
Again
Watching you intently
Searching
“What?” You ask
Serious now
“What’s that look for?”

“I don’t forget.” I answer
“That’s not why your beauty stuns me
“It’s that I can’t believe how beautiful you are
“Unless the proof is in my eyes”