His warm breath beckons
Strong arms pull her nearer to
Moist lips
And nimble tongue
Hips rise up in
Anticipation
Hungering
For what she knows will come
Pleasure swells as
His mouth finds the place
He knows so well
By her soft, low sounds
Movements, gyrating
Increase their tempo along with
His
Swirling, circling
Faster
Between her open thighs
A hand moves, fingers search
One enters, then
Another
A cry escapes her open lips
Begins again, only to catch in
Her throat
As waves engulf her
Body
Crashing, ebbing
Spent
Yet, longing for his taste
Her warm breath beckons.....