Yes, Yes, Yes I'm There

Up in her boudoir,
Candles set the mood.
  Slowly burning,
  Warmly glowing,
It is her trou noir.

Force of gravity,
Pulls him in the room.
  Passion burning,
  Body yearning,
Her depravity.

On her bed she lay,
Open like a book.
  Naked, teasing,
  Heavy breathing,
Fully on display.

Eyes bear down in lust,
Hunger in his look.
  Not surprising,
  Manhood rising,
Pleasure her he must.

Eyes come hither gaze,
Wanting pleasure soon.
  Flower showing,
  Juices flowing,
Her desire ablaze.

Hands upon each knee.
Staring at her bloom.
  Lips start kissing,
  Tongue starts licking,
Thighs up to her vee.

Shivers up her spine,
Body briefly shook.
  Pleasure needing,
  Eyes now pleading,
"Come my lover, dine."

Lips upon her rose,
Mouth begins to drool.
  Tongue starts twirling,
  Curling, swirling,
Fragrance fills his nose.

Tremors from her core,
Rise beneath her hood.
  Belly firming,
  Pelvis squirming,
"Yes, please give me more."

Fingers slipped inside,
Curl up to her roof.
  Searching, finding,
  Rubbing, grinding,
Tips of fingers glide.

Tensed up like a drum,
She begins to croon.
  Low moans, loud moans,
  Begging, Pleading,
"Yes, now make me come."

Skillful touch applied,
Back around the loop,
  Licking, sucking,
  Fingers probing,
Nothing left denied.

Screams of pleasure blare,
Laughter like a loon.
  Oh fuck yesses,
  So fucking goods,
"Yes, Yes, Yes, I'm there!"

More orgasmic waves.
Still his ground he stood.
  Slowly licking,
  Gently rubbing,
Hearing sounds he craves.

Aftershocks ensue.
One last gasp she took.
  Spastic jerking,
  Hissing, giggling,
"That was overdue."

Crept up to her side.
Blossom left to cool.
  Gently kissing,
  And caressing,
Gleaming bright with pride.

Snuggled in their lair,
Sleepy lovers spoon.
  Softly cooing,
  Love renewing,
Blissful aftercare.