A woman walks among the crowd,
a sea of people in an endless flow.
Nameless souls with empty eyes,
except for the woman with the heavenly glow.
Singled out by nothing more
than a face and body that could appear
in an artist's painting or a singer's song,
she walks along with secreted cheer.
Only one other being can share her delight
in knowing what the day will bring.
One other person to share the joy
and understand what's happening.
He waits for her in a dimly lit room,
one of many in a concrete tower.
A temporary home with unknown neighbors,
used solely for the bed and shower.
His visits are few and far too short,
but each is filled with zeal
brought on by the tall, blonde beauty
with the capacity to heal.
He's a young man who people say
has everything he needs.
But all they know is what they see;
his inner yearnings they do not heed.
Her loving touch and gentle smile
remind him of the man he is.
Her sensuous hands and erotic mouth
remind him always that she is his.
A man's pulse quickens as he awaits
the arrival of his adoring mistress.
A throbbing cock thickens and twitches
as a lonely young man begins to undress.
The woman considers once again,
as she always seems to do,
how she's about to comfort
the man she loves so true.
Is it wrong to see this man
who doesn't to you belong?
To become that woman they sing about
in a sorrowful country song?
The memories of previous meetings
come flooding back to her,
and she rushes forward once again
convincing herself she's sure.
He hears the knock upon his door
and opens it with pleasure,
welcoming her with open arms
and holding tight his treasure.
She wastes no time in reaching for
the long and erect shaft
that forces out his underwear
like a sail upon a mast.
He strips her of her elegant clothes
and starts to lick her breast,
knowing that of all his skills
it's the one she likes the best.
The woman moans with building lust
as she kneels and reaches out
to gently stroke his aching cock
and kiss it all about.
She puts it in her mouth
to suck on it at length;
more than just a simple act
to amplify its strength.
She loves the feel of the extended skin
as it slides across her lips.
She loves the taste of the sweet precum
that oozes from the tip.
"I want you now, my lover,"
she tells him filled with need.
"Then prepare to cum," he whispers,
"For cum you will indeed."
He enters her with forceful thrusts
that rock the bed they're on.
All life's worries disappear because
she knows it's where they belong.
Soon she's lost in a wondrous world
of delightful bursts of bliss,
as his cock continues to penetrate
and his lips prolong their kiss.
She warns him that she is closer
when her body stiffens and throbs;
and when she finally starts to cum
her moans are mixed with sobs.
Tears of joy flow down her face
as they cum together as always.
Tears of joy for the multiple climaxes
that only he delivers in special ways.
He empties his cock inside her body
with a release that makes him shiver.
She squeezes him harder to urge him on
and he deposits all he can give her.
They roll on the bed in loving hugs
as they attempt to recover,
only to find that after a short while
they will again desire each other.