The Chair
There he sits sitting
in the chair;
watching my every step.
I turn on the music with a blare;
gyrating into rhythmical depths
seeing him ever more aroused,
I feel very proud.
I walk over to him every article removed;
he smiles and asks ,
"What did I need to prove? "
I unzip his jeans to free up his manhood;
as I lower myself down over him as only I could.
I straddle him while in the char;
he now knows I'm not playing fair.
He grunts as he enters my caverns with
deep rhythmic patterns.
We slowly gyrate to the seductive song ;
as we make love slow and strong .
Alas! The excitement overwhelms us as
we mover hungrily in lust.
Wild and free;
our fiery passions melt in what will always be.
Faster, harder ,deeper, we sinfully rock,
When alas the ship has finally docked.
Sweet juices flow;
and the love for each other eternally grows.
Sapphire
Aka
Valarie A Laboy
©
2006
