Light a candle or two and place them by the bed,
here where we are intoxicated by the smell of our sex.
Sweet and musky,
what a dark and rich scent,
Gazing at your naked body, i cant help the impish images that fill my head.
Can you really blame me if i pull your head between my thighs and grind against those pouty lips?
Lips whose very existence define the word "sin".
I cant help the desire and the need pouring off of me in waves,
As i look down at the mass of dark curls at the juncture of your muscular thighs.
Your eyes hold mine without once glancing away,
Daring me to play with you in this dangerous little game.
I kneel before you, my mouth leveled with your cock,
The silence is so overwhelming that for a fraction of a second i swear my heart stops.
I lean forward a bit brushing my lips against your flushed head,...