Her eyes are dark – predatory – stalking my every move.
She stares and commands me as she searches my soul,
All the while nibbling, nipping, and tasting my love.
Our hands palm to palm and interlaced,
She works my every nerve and watches as she plays every sinew and fiber.
My breathing is ripped and ragged as she stops it altogether at will.
My muscles tighten, my back arcs in a bow
As I raise my hips and press them to her mouth.
I sweat and strain to feel each delicious sensation
Trying to hold back the inevitable – luxuriating in the irresistible.
And she plays me...oh how she plays me,
Controls me, watches me with the dark intensity of a predator.
I rise and rise in body and soul – seeking release – held in exquisite agony – until she decides.
I am suspended – adrift – lost – helpless – waiting and wanting
Yet dreading and not wanting to let go just yet.
Her dark eyes dance and sparkle as she decides.
And then, a deep and silent chord sounds through my body –
A quake – a shattering – a final release – and I fall into a deep, velvet rapture.
She is there to catch every bit of me – my soul – my love – my body – the surge of my sex.
She drinks it all in and eases me back to the light.
And as I come back to her world, I kiss her soft wet lips
Tasting the sweetness that is her...and me...and the mingling of it all.
