The Visitor

The quick soft knocks at the front door,
My bedroom door creaking open and my feet moving towards the front door,
I open the front door slowly, peeking my eyes out,
Out to your smiling face,
Your blushing excited smiling face, with your eyes staring out hopeful,
Before I can say a word you pounce against me,
My arms reach out to catch you, jarred by the impact as I fall back against the door, barely catching myself,
Your lips smacking heavily to mine and for brief seconds, my heart may very well explode,
Then with a more ravenous smile you snatch my hand and pull me inside,
Pausing for a moment to look around, biting your lip and soaking up every mental picture,
Then your eyes widen on my bedroom door, and to the stripped paint, where only the black under skin is left with little bits of white from where it was stripped,
Then you clutch my hand tighter and turn the knob with the other,
The door gives another creak,
You fumble with the light switch and your eyes go wide as you take in the catching light on all the books, swords, wild assortments of trinkets: geisha statues, small hieroglyphic pyramids, magick wands, samurai statues, and many other things.
You take in the rest of the messy room before staring at the bed for several minutes just thinking,
I squeeze your hand and you look to me eyes glossy with want,
You get into my bed, slowly, sexy, and pull the covers over yourself,
I move to the air condition and turn it on,
Just as I turn back around a pair of underwear flies and hits me on the face,
A small wet patch soaking them,
I look over to you and see your clothes on the floor, your pale naked body peeking from the covers and a sly smile bringing me over,
You make room for me as I strip and join you in the bed,
With a quick side mount you are on top of me,
Your hair inches from my face, your breasts hanging ready to be sucked,
Then slowly you guide me into you and I gasp as I feel you clasp me,
Your arms wrap tight around me as you start to move,
My mouth sucking your breast,
The bed makes a squeaky pleasure noise, so cliché but something I've always wanted to hear,
Joyful giggles escape both of us as the moments fade into nothing,
The only marching moments to mark are the sounds we make,
Our bodies connected in wetness as you shudder over and over with the cutest expression on your face,
Then in one final uproar of pleasure I grind deep into you and unleash the sticky white flood,
Final panting comes as we both fade into sleep still holding so tight,
Clenched so tight in longing and triumph,
Every hole in your body sticky,
Every moment something to be stuck in my mind forever,
Then I kiss you as you hold me tight and sigh,
And I release a hard giggle and a harder intake of breath as you put your head to my chest and listen to my heart into sleep,
As I clutch your hand, I follow.