The Beach Box

 

the grey skies had been threatening all day,

to release wrath upon Port Phillip Bay,

first drops caught us jogging along the beach,

before shelter of our beach box could we reach.

 

undoing padlocks before full force hits,

taking cover just before it plummets,

watching rain sweep in through the open doors,

heavy hammering on roof, as rain pours.

 

pulling your wet t-shirt over the head,

dropping upon wooden floor of the shed

feeling my sleek tongue trace round your navel,

once more those lusty impulses spiral.

 

grabbing your arm, pulling you towards me,

kissing your skin, you’re salty like the sea,

as my kisses rain down upon your chest

and eventually your nipples molest.

 

your breathing turns shallow, your knees feel weak,

my mouth enthrals with passionate technique,

sound of the rain is almost deafening,

as your manly ardour is strengthening.

 

stripping clothes, our passion matches the storm,

over my naked curves eager hands swarm,

as we tumble towards back of shed,

using beach towels as our makeshift bed,

 

biting and sucking nipples, feels so divine,

till both of them did glisteningly shine,

slowly kissing downward to my bare mound,

as rain on the tin roof, continues to pound.

 

my hands grip your head, as mouth covers slit,

parting those plump lips, finding that hard clit,

sucking and teasing, as my hips gyrate,

fingers pumping into me, at a fast rate.

 

wild guttural screams downed out by tempest,

and my language anything but modest,

as body tightens, then shakes in release,

then tightens again, as waves do increase.

 

lifting me up after I recover,

your hard body does my softness cover,

burying yourself in me to the hilt.

as even more of my juices are spilt.

 

slapping of flesh matches pounding of rain,

as my nails dig in your flesh and give pain,

passion builds as we vary the tempo,

pounding hard and fast, then stroking soft and slow.

 

your strong dark arms, supporting my splayed knees,

the rain upon the roof, drowning my pleas,

my back scraping against hard wooden walls,

with each thrust, my body rises and falls.

 

our mouths press and kiss with such urgency,

as my tremors increase their frequency,

and tight muscles round your cock convulses,

causing your seed to release in pulses.

 

holding on, as we just listen to the rain,

as control over our senses regain,

only as you slip out, once you soften

do we remember the doors are still open.

Dangerous Compulsion

as my fingers grasp the waistband, you close your eyes,
lifting bottom, to allow me to slowly peel,
that last scrap of sodden lace, down trembling thighs,
till your moist womanhood, no longer does conceal,
your lips are tender but your mouth is demanding,
as it meets mine and tongues wrestle with abandon,
surrendering to lusts, which are so commanding,
for us, passion is a dangerous compulsion,
licking to the sensitive, soft hollow of your throat,
moaning , as I gently suck upon your flesh there,
sighing, as my kisses upon you again float,
brushing soft flesh, alabaster in moonlight’s glare.

shoulders and upper chest, I explore at leisure,
before kissing upon slope of your heaving breast,
whimpering softly from the sensual pleasure,
as my lips draw circles around each hardened crest,
squirming, when I nibble one and pinch the other,
arching your back to offer yourself to my lips,
sucking deeply upon you, more moans you smother,
gnawing gently on those sensitive, aching tips,
taking my time, before moving to your stomach,
lifting and resting your legs upon my shoulders,
hips gyrating, as my hands cup upon buttock,
kissing so near where your liquid passion smoulders.

lips tracing on you with deliberate slowness,
brushing so softly upon your glistening lips,
teeth grazing and mouth sucking with such tenderness,
savouring your sweet nectar, from those seeping drips,
for moist flow of your passion, has become a flood,
into which my tongue delves deep, lapping and licking,
my thumb rubbing upon swelling, sensitive bud,
to my tempo, your hips rhythmically bucking,
feeling the tremors of your orgasm building,
so don’t cease my attentions, as tongue presses deep,
thumb rubs even faster, you start loudly pleading,
till through trembling flesh, that orgasm does sweep.

the smile of contentment, that graces your flushed face,
as you still quiver from those little aftershocks,
upon your forehead, my kisses tenderly trace,
and my fingers comb through now damp auburn locks,
till eventually your eyelids flutter open,
and your arm encircles my neck, pulling me close,
kissing lovingly, until our passions strengthen,
my burning moistness does your probing fingers enclose,
rhythm of our lovemaking, does steadily build,
hips rising upwards to your mouth, as your finger thrusts,
in pleasing each other, we’ve becoming so skilled,
and are now such experts in satisfying those lusts.

Provoking

our bodies recline, naked limbs entwine,
against you I press, arousal to stress,
with my hair you mess, then the cheek caress,
pressing lips to mine, as moist mouths align,
tongue so serpentine, teasingly divine,
showing such finesse, when nipples molest,
then I acquiesce, thighs spread for access,
swollen lips of shrine, cannot lust confine,
pussy hot and wet, your caresses met,
long fingers poking, inner walls stroking,
my flooding chasm, tingling spasm,
teasing tongue does fret, from clit to rosette,
such bliss provoking, your face I’m soaking,
when I tremble, from sumptuous orgasm.

Surrendering

 

surrendering to the fire, of overwhelming desire,

closing the eyes and opening the thighs,

knowing my pussy’s on view, opening myself for you,

spreading myself more, flaunting moist pink core,

lain here in invitation, skin flushed from excitation,

waiting for first touch, i’ve yearned for so much,

as tongue begins to explore, melting like never before,

so vulnerable, so susceptible,

frantic shuddering of hips, as clit engulfed by warm lips,

waves of pleasure build, and need to be filled,

reaching down for your head, what i want need not be said,

warmth pervades my flesh and hips wildly thresh,

tongue delves deeply within me, orgasmic ripples run free

explodes deep within, flooding mouth and chin,

air fills with ecstatic shrieks, tears flow freely down my cheeks,

flesh trembles with joy, so blessed i’m your toy.

 

 

Your Third

 

i’m all yours, submissive and meek,

as your tenderness, assuages all fear

fingers gently stroking my cheek,

tucking those loose strands behind the ear,

hair tumbling to breast’s hardened tips,

your gentle touch, engenders my sighs,

running your tongue, over your lips,

drowning in your dark, intense eyes,

as you pull my face towards yours,

softly brushing your lips upon mine,

my heartbeat and arousal soars,

as your husband kisses down my spine,

his hands cupping upon my breasts,

your sweet tongue and mine entwining,

as rough thumbs rasp over hard crests,

then my head towards his inclining.

his eager mouth captures my own,

as to my breasts, your lips descend,

his tongue and yours, just makes me groan,

between softness and hardness bend.

his hot, hard flesh presses behind,

firm fingers pulling my hips back,

your teeth upon my nipple grind,

my hands upon your soft thighs track,

your soft moans, so full of desire,

as my lips caress down your skin,

fingers probing your moist fire,

whilst his firm ones, delve deep within,

then once moist, tease that aching pearl,

stirring up such frenzied passion,

on your nipples, my tongue’s slow swirl,

lust growing in urgent fashion.

pulling me back, onto his cock,

plunging so deep inside of me,

my whole body burns from the shock,

your bright eyes so awash with glee.

just confirms you really don’t mind,

your husband’s glistening hardness,

sliding into me from behind,

leaning forward into your softness,

breathing over your moistened core,

thighs parting before my probing lips,

tongue reaches outward to explore,

grinding backwards on him with my hips.

fingers sliding into my hair,

pulling my face down to your aching need,

his fingers gripping where my hip’s flare,

as he slowly increases the speed.

lips and tongue teasing swollen clit,

between moans caused by his pounding,

he goes deeper into my slit,

such guttural groans are sounding.

lust and desire reaching fever pitch,

as our yearning flesh melds into one,

becomes hard to tell, which one ones which,

when joyous release has begun,

that explosion of liquid heat,

as my body clenches hard round him,

your orgasmic juices my treat,

feeling his hardness tensing within quim,

then flooding by his spurting release,

as our sighs, groans and moans are heard,

mingled juices seeping from my crease

so blessed you both chose me as your third.