Black satin

romantic night, which passes like a dream,

expectant lovers, around dance floor float,

barely veiled peaks, radiantly on high beam,

pointed tongue, brushes lightly against throat,

submissive head, resting on the shoulder,

teasing fingertip, circling on the chest,

exploring hands, getting a bit bolder,

gyrating buttocks, where his hands do rest,

whispered words, that fill the night with promise,

leaning neck, responding to caresses,

painted lips, opening for impassioned kiss,

heated desire, intimately presses,

salacious thighs, brushing excitation,

black satin, drenched in anticipation,

Sensually slowly

 

my shocked gasp, as you suddenly take me,

great penetration, which stretches and fills,

so exquisite, my passion overspills,

holding on tight, shuddering violently,

you just rest within, waiting patiently,

until my convulsing finally stills,

then your lovemaking, wonderfully thrills,

moving so slow and deliberately,

pacing yourself, as I match your rhythm,

my hips, languidly grinding and circling,

contours of hardness, inside me do trace,

stroking back and forth, within moist chasm,

down my inner thighs, such passion trickling,

sensually slowly, to fulfilment race.

With closed eyes

with closed eyes, body sways so gracefully,
to sensual love song, which only I can hear,
words echoing through my mind, so soulfully,
as I stand by window, wishing you were here,

opening cardigan, button by button,
slipping it from shoulders, elegantly,
revealing lace clad breasts and bellybutton,
as it drops to the floor, redundantly,

crossing arms, starting caressing my flesh,
dreaming that it’s you, that stroking my skin,
slowly removing my bra, of lacy mesh,
across my lips, flits a satisfied grin,

hands slowly moving, cupping beneath breasts,
pushing them upwards, closer together,
circling fingertip, round nipple quests,
caressing with lightness of a feather,

before inflicting that harsher tweaking,
head arching back, breasts thrusting forward,
between swaying thighs, arousal leaking,
one hand on breasts, other slipping downward,

zip upon the swaying hip, slithering,
fallen skirt puddling around shuffling feet,
fingers at silken waistband, dithering,
while others continue tweaking my teat,

that dark stain of arousal visible,
upon material of my peach thong,
ecstasy on my face, perceptible,
swaying gracefully, softly humming song,

fingers edging waistband down, gradually,
first upon one hip and then the other,
removing my last garment, sensually,
naked flesh, getting goose bumps as I shiver,

from the sexual excitement, not the cold,
fingers caressing upon pubic mound,
towards plump, moist lips of womanly fold,
till erect nub of flesh, finally found,

swaying, pleasuring myself leisurely,
the fingers at my core, rub, pinch and flick,
rising to squeeze nipples, occasionally,
inner thighs, with my juices become slick,

in time to music, playing in my mind,
curvaceous body, so sensually sways,
my onlooking neighbour, it does spellbind,
till deep sigh of release from my lips, strays.

Masturbate for me

masturbate for me,
for I really want to see,
how you make yourself cum,
when fingers sensually strum,

your clothes slowly stripping,
your pussy’s hot and dripping,
closing eyes, so you can’t see my face,
as you discard last scrap of lace,

naked, laying down before me,
so your perfection I can see,
from your large soft breasts,
with their taut pink crests,

to swollen pussy lips,
glistening as arousal drips,
slowly opening your thighs,
just inches from my eyes,

musky scent, strong and arousing,
venting from pink chasm I’m browsing,
as you start to masturbate,
your fingers those pussy lips dilate,

eyes now open, fixed upon mine,
pink inner core, does so wetly shine,
moistening fingers in your crack,
over clit, fingertip does track,

circling slowly round and round,
as your moans start to resound,
steadily building up the pace,
faster and faster does fingertip trace,

occasionally dipping back into wet heat,
while other hand tugs at hardened teat,
till that moment, orgasmically grand,
snapping legs close, around your hand,

watching you convulse with pleasure,
gives me a memory to treasure,
and knowing that I can view,
makes it so much more intense for you,

as your climatic trembling reduces,
fingers coated with your juices,
lifting your fingers to my lips,
so that I can taste you, from your drips.

Festive bout

spending holidays, trying to seduce her,
till finally beneath, mistletoe stands,
to my suggestion, urgent kiss her answer,
then it’s tangling tongues and wandering hands,
exploring luscious curves as she does mine,
peeling her blouse off, tossing it aside,
sheer red festive net, breasts barely confine,
over newly bared skin, hot kisses glide,
tracing along edge of lace of each cup,
pulling cup down to expose pert target,
dark puckered halo, round hardened nub,
as I kiss down, she discards the garment,

around her pouting nub, tongue starts to curl,
keeping eye contact, sucking on left one,
eyes slowly close, tongue continues to swirl,
then cross to the right, so it can share in the fun,
enjoying p the sound of those sensual sighs,
my hand and kisses, skim down to her jeans,
biting lip, as I push them down her thighs,
matching red lace, pussy sexily screens,
hands glide over thighs, then the thin fabric,
slowly pull down briefs, to expose her folds,
wet heat from pussy, feels so fantastic,
as my fingers graze, flushed swollen thresholds.

before sliding in slickness for first time,
kissing lustily, silences her moans,
feeling her pussy quiver, as passions climb,
fingertip finds most erotic of zones,
my kisses move down past those hard nipples,
as fingers sensually slide, in and out,
kissing her mound, feeling sensual ripples,
knowing she wants mouth there, without a doubt,
extending tongue, as I take that first taste,
her honeyed sweetness, soon covers my face,
tongue thrusts deep inside, then along lips traced,
those deep groans and sighs, to tongue’s swirling pace,

two fingers pumping, as she begs for more,
harder and faster, both fingers and tongue,
moans fill room, as back arches off the floor,
as her excitement climbs, rung after rung,
own body clenches to her reactions,
her flesh quivering, juices freely flow,
loudly screams at orgasmic contractions,
her hips buck wildly beneath mistletoe,
as I lap up those juices, that gush out,
my face and fingers are thoroughly soaked,
before she comes down, from our festive bout,
her sweaty, flushed face, so lovingly stroked.