Giving and taking

your flickering serpentine tongue is relentless,
upon my fleshy nodule, now taut with desire,
probing of a finger in that tight orifice,
as others delve deep, in my well of liquid fire,
to your rhythmic lapping, bucking of wanton hips,
scrape of hard aching nipples, across your stomach,
as I take your hardness, between these painted lips,
fingernails dig into the flesh of your buttock,
whilst all the time, that quickening to ecstasy,
makes it harder to concentrate on bestowing,
teeth graze upon the other, with delicacy,
those tidal waves of pleasure, through me start flowing,
of muscles around fingers, that tightening grasp,
convulsive spasms, as movements become frantic,
milking fingers, as your spouting manhood they clasp,
whispered endearments afterwards, so romantic.


devouring, licking along the length,
lips wrapping round girth, sucking and moaning,
your fingers in my hair, tugging with strength,
taking all of you, causing that groaning,
constricting throat around the velvet tip,
pushing forward, so that I take even more,
rocking your hips, as you tighten your grip,
eyes watering, as gagging try to ignore,
tears run down, as thickness stretches my throat,
sound of my struggle, just hardens your lust,
sucking hard, upon your manhood I dote,
taking you so deep, every time you thrust,
so grateful that I’m satisfying your need,
feeling that rigidness, just before you pop,
filling mouth and senses with your spurting seed,
back of my throat, milking every last drop,
swallowing and savouring, essence of your love,
looking up at you, eyes glistening with bliss,
for this moment, will never get tired of,
pulling me up, for that well deserved kiss.

Frenzied fingertips

unwinding at end of yet another fraught day,

thoughts of your seductive words, just won’t go away,

lazing in bath, scented with grapefruit and roses,

what if you were here, right now, my mind supposes,

lifting my legs, to rest the heels on the cold tile.

imagining you here, the fantasy does beguile,

as loving fingertips caressingly slither,

downward from the navel and flesh starts to quiver,

others stroking gently, upon curve of heaving breast,

in decreasing circles, round the hardening crest,

grasping my nipple between thumb and forefinger,

other fingers between parted thighs, do linger,

outlining the sleek contours, of now swollen lips,

before between them, first one, then another slips,

wishing that your fingers did nipple, squeeze and roll,

sensual assault upon my flesh, takes its toll,

thrusting up hips, towards fingers thrusting inside,

pushing them deeper, as through my wetness they glide,

tormenting fingers descend from my aching breast,

till upon taut button of flesh, teasingly rest,

stroking and pinching, with increasing urgency,

as those sighs for release, grow in insistency,

teeth gripping lip, as pinkened skin hotly flushes,

flooding of sleek juices, from my body gushes,

then going rigid, as muscles start to contract,

upon the buried fingers, so squeezingly act,

as release finally comes and my body shakes,

frenzied fingertips rub, to ensure further quakes,

and moans become blissful sighs, from euphoric peace,

imagining your fingers there, achieving release.