The Game

Behind closed eyes, what I see,
Is a bit of altered reality.

Your strong arms reach around my waist.
The back of my neck, you have to taste.
The tip of your tounge runs down my shoulder,
The tips of your fingers begin to grow bolder.

"Do you know what you do to me?"
Your words whispered low.
I turn to face you and shake my head "no."

You walk me back against the wall,
Loosen the clip,
My hair starts to fall.

The pad of your thumb caresses my lips,
The most male part of you pressed into my hips.
Upon my lips your eyes do rest,
Your other hand gently caressing my breast.

My tounge darts out quickly,
So dry lips wont crack.
You groan very low,
"Let me do that."

Your taller then me so your head dips low,
I'm ever so eager but you take it slow.

Your lips meet mine, this is where they belong.
And we both wonder why we waited so long.
The kiss starts out soft,
As if tasting how sweet.
My heartbeat quickly begins to increase.

Your strong rough hands frame my face,
My tounge slips in without further haste.
A deep male groan, from out of the blue,
"Is this what -I- do to you?"

Our bodies melt togeather from behind closed doors
Your tounge plunges deeper,
Taking whats yours.

You lift me up, never breaking our lips,
My legs instinctively wrap around your hips.

I feel you grow harder,
Yet you resist that urge.
Groaning so deeply as our tounges converge.

My tounge darts in quickly, as if on a dare.
My hand reaches between us, and squeezes you "there."

A sharp intake of breath,
Followed by your groan.
I respond to your question,
With one of my own.

You break off the kiss, fingers gripping my hair.
Eyes locked with mine, as though to issue -your-dare.

My now swollen lips quiver so slight.
Now is the moment, to fight or flight.

A soft teasing smile comes to my lips.
My legs still wrapped around your hips.
I rotate those hips so that your aware,
I'm taking you up on that sexy little dare.

Your foot arches back,
As you "kick shut" the door.
We both know this game, we've both played it before.

Each wants the other,
But who will break first?
Both have the hunger,
Both have the thirst.

No words are needed as lips once again meet.
Our bodies on fire with sheer liquid heat.
You lower me down to the bed so slow,
Soft, loving words are my weakness you know.

You trail soft kisses all down my chest.
And your fingers are gently caressing my breast.
Your an expert lover, and you play me so well,
I'm loosing this game, that much I can tell.

But its not long untill,
I can sense your own need.
Finally something on which I can feed.

In one swift movement,
I'm on you.
My lips moving lower,
Knowing just what to do.

"Oh god" is your moan,
As the room grows quite hot.
The tip of my tounge, never missing a spot.

A few moments later, my lips on your "need"
I pause before asking.."Do you conceed?"

"Never" you whisper,
Your voice husky and sweet.
You pull me back up till both our eyes meet.

Intensity high as we make not a sound,
Passion consumes us as you lower me down.
The torture is sweet, in between my sighs.
You want to see the desire in my eyes.

You love me like this till the game doesnt matter,
Till my body shakes and my world starts to shatter.

A moment later your not far behind,
The heigth of pleasure in my body you find.

Our lips meet softly for one last taste,
Before we both collaps in a lovers embrace.