You Know How It Is

It hasn't been long.
Not long.
Since we met.
That fire in my loins is back.

She brings it out in me.
You know how it is,
When you meet the special one.

The fire.

Soft, demure, exquisite.

Fire.

In my loins and hers.
It burns when my lust joins with hers.

We burn.

Fire.

I didn't think it could be that way.
As she touched me and burned me,
In her delicate hand,
I grew.

Burning.

As my fingers stroked her moistness
And she felt the passion
She had been yearning for,
Forever
Needing.

A soft, demure, exquisite
Wildcat,
Taking my thrusts.
Accepting my love,
And loving all I have to give.

Raising an assault,
And razing her barriers,
Her rectitude.
Letting the tigress out.

Free to be the lover she wants to be,
Now she feeds her appetite,
Feeding upon me.

Soft, demure, exquisite
Lips
Tasting me.

The perfect taste
Of a gentlewoman.

And sweet,
So sweet.
Tasting her as she tastes me.
Joining her as she joins me.

Fulfilling her
Soft, demure, exquisite,
Joyfully lustful needs.

You know how it is, and how it must be.
How it must be.
It must be.

The feline goddess takes my seed.
My hardness stroking through
The soft, demure, exquisite
Moisture,
Quenching the fire in my loins,
For the moment.

You know how it is.
We just met,
And the fire will return.