Gracious Words.

I crave the taste of parted lips;
to feel you grind against my face
and tighten round my fingertips
to hear your moans reflect the pace.

To feel the tension on your skin
as tongue and swollen clit collide
and contracting muscles sweetly sing
in harmony with rhythmic cries.

Then when at last, I’ve set you free
and release convulses through your frame
I’d lay back, smile and watch you breathe
and prepare you for more of the same.