I love to be touched, held, fondled and kissed.
Easing slowly into passion, is such bliss.
With our hands and fingers, our mouths and tongues,
Our night of passion cannot be outdone.
Slowly, he takes my face in his hands,
He kisses me gently,
Right where we stand.
His hands go exploring, trying to find,
A warmer place, he thinks in his mind.
I'm thinking too, and at such ease.
I know it's me that he wants to please.
His knees on the floor,
My breast in his hand.
He's sucking me slowly, while there I stand.
He looks up,
Sees my loving gaze,
Slides his hands down and starts to play.
The warmest spot, he did find.
I parted my legs, I didn't mind.
He bows a little lower,
I'm aching so,
I feel faint, but
There's nowhere to go.
He's teasing my clit with long, slow licks,
Please take me now, I'm ready for the dick.
I grab his head, as I hear myself moan,
He doesn't move, he continues on.
He takes two fingers, puts them inside,
I start to moan, as he does Glide.
In and out, and he just keeps going,
I feel the passion, my juices are flowing.
He's given to me, but a taste of what's in store.
He's really just started, can I take anymore?
This Man is loving me, and taking his time.
He's making love to my body,
My soul, my mind.
Forever is the payback that will ensue,
I'll love him forever and forever be true.
With all my faults, he loves me still,
This Man I cherish and always will.

 
© Kristin E. Porter
2007