His fingertips brush her skin,
cool flesh warming.
Her lips part in anticipation
a deep purr forming.
He slowly eases his hand
along the yearning thigh.
She is hungry for his touch;
a sensual high.
His earnest progress
irresistibly nears her treasure.
Her excitement heightens
awaiting promising pleasure.
He sees her legs spread
inviting him to enter.
She knows it is time
to beckon him to her center.
His wish; to visit, to probe
her warm, tempting garden.
Her response; to invite, to tempt
as the welcoming warden.
He traces a path along
Venus’s moist, luxuriant lips.
She needs him inside
eagerly raising her hips.
His entry is smooth, yet
penetrating with vigor.
Her pleasure is real, warm,
the sensations grow bigger.
He makes his entrance
the wetness has grown.
She greets his thrusts
and lets out a moan.
His fingers move,
deep, loving, and fast.
Her climax is near
she can not last.
He finds that sweet spot
having her body respond.
She thrashes her hips
with tremors so fond.
His fingers so wet
with her nectar divine.
Her body exalted
by her orgasm sublime.
He raises his hand
to treat both to the harvest.
She hungers for a taste
of juices so promised
His fingers feed her hungry mouth,
preparing for their intimate kiss.
Her passion heightened to savor
those fruits of wonderful bliss.
They entwine, clasping tight,
their passion so right.
The moment so bright
sated by her garden’s delight.
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