Surrender





Her bliss was wet with fire 

kneading souls

stroking at desire.

Her skin, bare to explore

arch back, rising breasts

invited lips wanting more.

Down to river’s edge

her slave, comes to drink

emotions, he will dredge

to a place she can not think.

“Stimulate this”

“Stroke that”

demands with a hiss.

He finds a depth never before

shrieks, curl with blood

orgasms, rattle her core.

No time to think

the tide turns 

she works by instinct

Anoint his shaft with care

lips run up and down

until he is almost there

stand up, turn around

spread those legs

wetness drips for easy enter

she pleads and begs 

“Relax, enjoy my surrender”

~ADayDreamWriter



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