Wanting Her... Burning For Him

He walked a circle around her,
Inspecting from all directions,
He was able to see her hair,
Dripping honey would be it's color.

Of course, he already knew the shade,
But what had his body in flames,
Was the luxurious length of it,
Making his body a hard steel blade.

It fell well past her hips,
And each time she moved and twitched,
It would sweep across her ass,
Making him wish he could use his lips.

He'd kiss her body so slim,
And spread his work-worn hands out,
Across her creamy expanse of skin,
Making his slave beg for him.

He ached to see her on fire,
On her stomach and waiting for him,
With that hair all around her nude body,
Wrapped up in his web of desire.

As his submissive surrendered to him...

A Virgin's Ache...

As her master's intense gaze,
Swept her up and down again,
She longed to please and worship,
This man, thus setting him ablaze.

So, her body took over command,
And frightened it made her feel,
For she didn't know if she could,
Give him the pleasure he would demand.

But an eager student she was to learn,
Everything that his skill did offer,
Knowing nothing was beyond his reach,
Made her woman's body burn.

It prompted her into action,
As she let her nightdress slip down,
Pooling in a puddle of purple,
On the soft grassy ground.

His hands, frenzied as they stroked,
Every part of her that hurt,
She gave him all control,
Trust and love his need invoked.

Wonder now she did,
Who the dominant one is,
For they both laved and caressed,
And their hearts no longer hid!

As Love dominated them both!