The Dance

Sweating. Gasping. Grunts and Groans.
Love. Worship. Soft little moans.

Desire.

Lying there upon her back, I see her in my mind.
A goddess true and perfect is she. Body and soul, sublime.

Arched back and thrusting hips.
Wide open mouth, she licks her lips.

Monumental surges of pride and joy,
just knowing she is mine.

Bliss.

Gentle hands, contented sighs.
My cheek caresses her inner thigh.

Petal like lips with dew drops kissed.
Swollen flesh opens with tiny spasms.

Perfection.

Dancing tongue, like butterfly wings.
Brushing softly, gliding along. Hear the joy as I sing my song.

Belly tightens, thighs grip tight.
Muscles quiver. All is right.

Gliding tongue, painters stroke.
A different art, this dance.

Heart and mind, throbbing in unison.

Muscles tighten, then relax.

Euphoric bliss. Cascading waves.
Jelly legs. Soul enslaved.

Watching a bead of sweat as it rolls along,
I am captivated and enamored with the joy of living this very moment.

Sweat drips down the heaving sides of perfect breasts.
Tiny droplets splash.

Breathing slows and the moment is past.

Once again, I dance the dance.
My tongue works it's magick and you are entranced.

Joy.

Inner folds suckled into my mouth.
Thrusting tongue pushes them in and out.

Rhythm.

Second time, the charm.

Tongue delves deep and you are mine.
Flittering to and fro, dancing tongue is making friends.

Delicate petals into my mouth.
Soft wet tongue captures you in it's embrace

Grinding hard against my face.

Once again the tummy tightens.

Gentle finger, wet and lubed.
Circles around a spasming bud.

Pucker, little flower.

Suckling folds into my mouth,
I caress the button as it comes out.

Intensity.

Waves of it flood your brain.
Crashing over barriers up for too long.

Passionate throes. Twitching skin
Contented sigh and satisfied grin.

Sink into the pillow.
Cuddle. Kiss.

Love.