Laying in bed,
Sleep not anywhere near.
I watched my dreams play out,
On the ceiling.
The moving tableaux,
In which my lust dances,
Cavorting with the wanton and the lust full.
Her eyes that pierce my soul,
Sparkle once again.
Her lipstick coated smile,
That swallows my cock whole.
Breasts that jiggle and bounce,
Her nipples trapped in silver rings.
Her pussy swollen and slick with desire.
She bids me attend her wants,
Her arms outstretched,
Her legs parted.
Inviting me,
Coercing me,
Drawing me to herself,
Her scent washing over me.
I feel droplets of her want find my lips.
On bended knee,
My tongue traverses her inner thigh,
To lips that glisten with desire,
Ambrosia scented succour for my soul.
Lapping and dipping,
My tongue stirs our mutual wants.
Hips move and thighs squeeze,
And yet my tongue,
Flutters and finds pleasure,
Twisting, turning and teasing.
Conjouring the magic of pleasure,
No spells needed,
Just the fire of my desire.
In the throws of ecstasy,
She unburdens her soul,
As fire quenches her longing,
Intimacy is found,
Purpose regained,
Hope and joy,
Begin to dance in the miracle of rebirth.
