Sweet Dreams

When you touch my body, the sensation wakens my every sense, even to reach my dreams. Gliding your hands across every inch of my skin, tracing the heated paths of your fingers with your lips, and retracing until my senses reach the brink of madness.

Our eye contact persist to stay affixed, for we need to see only the other. My lips part to release a single moan of desire that can not be concealed. My body needs yours, and yours, mine.

Our kisses are wet, wild, gasping for air only mere moments, before our tongues meet, and we plunge deeper into this supernatural passion.
Your lips and tongue softly trace the shape of my nipples, then grow erect, and wait for their moment of attention.

As your fingers grow impatient, you allow them to slide inside, where you find that I am not only a fervid river , but a pulsing inferno, demanding your attention, craving exorbitant release.

Your tongue traces the path of your desirous fingers and you bask in my taste, sweet with need. Your tongue jaunts lightly at first and then in rapt intent movements, so that you might taste all I have to offer.

My body trembles, I grasp at your hair, your back, any part of your body that might give me brace for this incredible explosion, this unbelievable release that wakes my every sensation.

And when you feel you are at a moment of eruption, that your own body might detonate in an uncontrollable “want” that has become more than a want, but a “need” like bread for the body, you enter me.
Again, slow at first, then with intemperate thrust, taking us to a fantasy world. Our bodies actuate in unison, until I again, reach a sweet release. Only now, while inside me, you release with me in perfect unison.

Fill me with what is only yours.
Pure pleasure, pure delight, pure joy indeed.

Where ever you are tonight, sweet dreams.