The Silent Song

The Silent Song

In him I see god
He sees the goddess in the silky nightgown
We hug and caress
It's been too long
The wait could kill
A man and a woman shall unite
Mars pale and slim in body
Dark haired, colourful eyes like mosaics
Hairs like forests on his skin
Strength and force in silence
The complete opposite to Venus
Sun-baked, voluptuous, smooth
Curved like the paths of love
Never run smooth
A man who undresses me tenderly even under the spell of lust
My straps fall to my arms as his fingers slide under them
I loosen his boxers and as much as they cling
They fell to the floor
He lays me down on the bed exposing the breasts with his hands
Kneading them, tipping my nipples as he whispers sweet nothings
Flicks of the tongue on the pink teats make me whimper
Slowly my dress pulls down to the floor
Red by red like his boxers
He climbs on the bed and opens my legs gently
My hairs capture my cassolette
It drives him wild---his breathing harsh
He lunges bit what I receive are gentle licks
Until my box becomes moist
And the red velvet walls swell
He offers me his cock like a gift
Pushes my head---my mouth encircles it
The tip whet by the moisture of my saliva
The pulses between a man's legs
Swelling and rising---the warmth of my mouth excites him
The hairs of his crotch musky like stag's horns
My tongue relishes the taste of his manhood
He sings---pulls it out
Turns me over to my stomach
Already burning
He moulds my buttocks with his slender hands
Sweat and secretions coat my luscious apples
I am tied at the hands at the mercy of my master
Buttocks firm and high-open and willing
He takes me in, my pussy already sponge-moist
Opens her tunnel-dribbling with juice
My gentle master-in and out-in and out---in cycles
I feel him fully gripped by my love-squeezes
He whispers to me things he'd do to me
Dark fantasies abound
Of violation and force
How my pussy's milk flows freely
He leans and bites my neck to leave his mark
I am his and no others
Taking me in---gently
Small becomes big
Stronger stronger stronger
The sounds here are of my own
Louder than bombs
Tears flow
At the mercy of my master
His stolen kiss---a finger in my raw hole
My whore hole-both filled to the hilt
My cry likened that to a bitch-dog
Wanting to find a sense of release
He hears me
Turns me over and plays god
Him on top and our eyes meet
I am ready to go Home
Our chests rub and the legs entwined around one another
The eyes of his...there are kindness and strength
His manhood inside my womanhood ready to seed
Kisses sealed
Waters flow and seeds are sown
Peaks
The song of the god and goddess echoes into the night