She hovers over me, her lips open
Less than an inch away from my throbbing member
Much more than the physical want within each,
Is the mental challenge.
Who will be first to move,
My hips, or her lips?
The seconds pass
I brush a stray hair away from her lips
Her tongue flicks out
Tasting a droplet of what’s to come
I smile, as her lips brush my length
The desire of her pussy overtaking her ego
Flushed, she caresses me.
Suckles my member, as if in worship
My foreskin her wafer of communion
In confession,
She granted me a glimpse of the battle within,
Her id and ego at loggerheads.
An unequal battle
125 pounds verses 3 pounds
It’s a long time since I have been fought over.
I have no such battle within,
for she could capture my soul,
if only she gave of her mind.
