I LIE
(Adult Only)
Awakened by silvery moonbeams
streaming through windows wide
glinting off mirrors
that wall this
our room
I reach over
to you
slide my hand down your chest
muscled
hair roughened
strong
I am blessed
lightly
you stir at my touch
even in sleep
so deep
far away
you reach out to me
captured am I
my senses heightened
to the sound of your breath
deeply relaxed
steady and strong
so much like you
I can not help but wander my hands
caressing lovingly
that which brings me such pleasured bliss
letting my fingers circle your tip
ever so lightly
you moan as you sleep
that part so tender and soft
til it feels my touch
I feel you grow
so hard and long
I moan within at path of my thought
at what I'm about to do
this plan I did not
It just sort of happens when once we touch
do I dare wake this sleeping man
ahhhhh
yes I do
the devil in my ear
whistles his tune
my slender fingers surround
to explore manly jewels
I look up from my sensual explore
to see you still
sound in sleep
yet your body alert to each move I make
lips seek your belly
soft and yet hard
with muscle
that turns me so on
I nibble the flesh
gently licking and nipping
down toward my quest
breathing you in
feeling your rise
brings a hot pool
formed between thighs
enjoying the sweet scent
the musk that is you
slowly my tongue
pink liquid hot
runs round and round
the point of your seed
you groan with delight
as you grasp with both hands
hands in my hair
full wakened now
your hunger creates
a powerful urge
as hungrily
greedily
I devour
all that you give
I give in return
just as your ready
I know to surge
you pull me from you
and toss me down
on this our soft loving bed
your lips
your mouth
as desperate we feed
tongue to tongue
mouth to mouth
soul to soul
need to need
I feel you
deep
inside of me
we pump
and we grind
we groove
deep
so deep
the fury of love
my whole being yours
and so you are mine
sweet juices flow
to the beat of our heart
I cling
you cling
together we howl
howl at the moonbeams
of silver and blue
alight on bare skin
all wet with the dew
of loving
of knowing
of heaving not breathing
the air that we need
racing pulses begin to slow
yet tightly
so tightly
this feeling we hold
until sleep comes
to capture us
we unfold
