The wait, the sweet torment of desire,
Anticipation, like fire, higher and higher,
Every second stretches, frustration mounts,
Longing for the touch, the taste that counts.
On my knees, I wait, the moment so near,
His warmth, his presence, now here,
His tip, warm and pulsing, meets my lips,
That first contact, my heart skips.
My lips, wet and soft, make him quiver,
The satisfaction, as he enters, I deliver,
The texture of him, sliding against my lips,
My tongue, tasting him, bliss drips.
His moans turn to growls, deep and raw,
His hand in my red hair, setting the law,
Grey-blue eyes, piercing, intense, command,
Guiding me, his rhythm, I understand.
His heartbeat throbs within my mouth,
My hand moves up, in submission south,
Caressing his belly, a gesture so tender,
As his pleasure begins to surrender.
The flood of his bliss, filling me whole,
Swallowing, savoring, losing control,
The ecstasy of it all, the taste divine,
In this moment, you’re mine, and I am thine.
