Lying here, watching her descend,
Kissing down my chest and farther still,
Busy hands stroking without end,
Her lips to come, unparalleled in skill.
The moment when I'm in her mouth's embrace,
The pleasure of it takes me far away,
To a blissful world of curves and lace,
My heaven, this seductress where I lay.
I can feel the coming of my bliss,
Her hands and mouth increasing speed and grip,
Release impending, throbbing at her kiss,
I want to stave it off, not let it slip--
Yet futile my restraint as, moaning, she
Savours thoroughly, my ecstasy.
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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.
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