The Sweetest Joy

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experience with the lover who puts your ecstasy first
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TGA1983
TGA1983
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There is nothing more euphoric than giving a woman orgasm.
Just knowing I have the power to bring a woman's body that ultimate sensation brings me the utmost satisfaction.
Dom space, Sub space.
No words can describe the space I'm in when I am on that mission to bring her to ecstasy....
Whether I'm stroking inside her and hitting that spot,
Or licking her sweet pussy waiting to make her body melt,
Either way,
I'm on cloud 9 when I'm between her thighs.
My sadist side come to the surface sometimes for a little guilty pleasure....
Like when I have her on all fours
Stroking in and out
Slapping her ass.
Pulling her hair.
Making her moan louder.
Breathing harder.
Heartbeat faster
Watching her fight against the feeling over her body collapsing.
Knowing she's right
on
the
brink
of
eruption.
Then....


I Stop.
Yep, I stop the orgasm roller coaster right there
So she can beg to enjoy the thrill again.
And again.
And again.
Only to make the climax that much stronger and deserved.
Sometimes I have to ask myself who is enjoying this more, me or her?
Watching her body move as I go from rapidly tickling her clit with my tongue to inserting my tongue in her and tasting her walls.
Grabbing her thighs and pulling her body so hard into my face I may literally "eat the pussy".
Lightly scratching her body
And caressing her breast while doing figure 8s and sucking or her juicy lips, down there.
And then...
Give me a minute,....
I got too damn turned on thinking about it.
If I could freeze that moment in time;
Where the moans turn to screams of passion,
Her body tightens up. Hips raise and gyrate.
Grabs for anything in arms reach.
Loses all control of her body.
Violently shaking.
Breathing pattern mimicking a sprinter who just finished a race.
Then, watch her body release all tension and delicious juices at the same time.
That look she gives you after her "big O" is probably the same the Egyptians had when Moses split the Red Sea.
She slowing her heartbeat back down.
Controlling the convulsions.
Inhaling and exhaling normally.
Now she's in a spaced-out, enchanted, erotic, and all so relaxed state.
I kiss her and whisper in her ear, "We're not done yet! That's only Round one."

TGA1983
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AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
very nice thoughtful poem

are you single,? I'm available

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