Soft strawberry curls
Spread over the pillow
Pale limbs draped across the bed
Pink lips parted ever so slightly
Nipples jutted upwards
Her sexual axis covered in pale red
Down woven between her fingers
A single finger resting between her petals
Her hips move ever so slightly
A soft hiss slips between her lips
Her body trembles like a leaf on a summer day
He stands at the end of the bed, naked
Erect as his hand entices his firmness
The scent of arousal encourages each moment
Her knees bend upwards lifting her hips
The finger deepens its search
His hand moves at a more adamant pace
A drop of passion’s ointment at its end
The blush of arousal deepens on her chest
One knee compresses the mattress as he moves forward
Then the other as her heels rest on his shoulders
They are close as arousal creeps toward passion
Her petals accept his cock’s soft upwards caress
Every so slowly he moves deeper into her core
Her legs surround his hips pulling him closer, deeper
Leaning into one another their kiss connecting both movements
Tongue and cock matching in passion’s first demands
Two hearts beating in unison, metronomes of lust
Emotions crescendo approaching its peak
The first ray of the morning’s birth pierces the dark
His body shudders in its solitude
Tis but a dream, a memory, a solitary desire.
