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
