I dance to you and tempt you with my heat.
Smiling, your eyes crinkle in that way I love.
I lose my head as I swirl with the music.
I feel you watch me use my hands to
motion for you to come closer so I can
whisper in your ear.
Silky words causing sensations so swift
and sensual that you pull me on top of
you and we kiss and talk in each other’s
mouth.
Intimacy, a language we pretend we
invented.
Prose so rich it seems a divine being
taught our tongues how to speak of all
the incidental allusions that cause us to
murmur desires of debauchery.
Boundless permissiveness granted by the
mutual flame our tongues ignite.
The rub of your tongue is a chapter all its
own in this chronicle of lovers loving.
My back arches, my hips press upwards
and your hands pull them to your face.
Your words, vague and slippery with your
mouth full of me and my mouth chanting
a vocal symphony of oohs and aahs.
Eyes filled with hunger for you, I reach
and grip your firmness.
Your arousal coating the tips of my
fingers that I use with my palms to
massage your hardened, heavy shaft.
I turn over to present myself to you.
Accepting with alacrity and prompting
without words for this primal, creamy
coupling whose time is near.
Your downy fur against the softness of
my skin makes me purr with contentment
as I push back upon you tight and slick.
Nothing is taboo as we join fervently.
Your breath hot on my neck and in my hair.
My tongue licks your tongue and we kiss
lustfully as grunts. groans and slurps
become our private, penetrative language.
You hold me and I feel your full weight on
top of me secure and sheltered.
Our passion sated for a time as we lie in
silence.
We turn over together.
Your eyes smile again before closing and
we cuddle comfortably, free falling into a
deep and peaceful sleep.
