Your ******* aching
    your ***** leaking
       lips throbbing

You need a rod
       to fill you
leave you
  overflowing
  with pleasure
as juices
spew

I want to feel you quiver
under my touch
let my feeling caressing  
your pain
wash them away
our flesh
*** together
as we mesh
I need you
more than
my breathe

Whisper some ***** **** in her ear, watching wet spot in her ******* appear, sticking my hand down there,
where my fingers dissapear underneath your underwear,
deep beneath
my fingers disappear

Dark hair tied back.
Blue eyes pointed front and center.
Tats two on her back and shoulder
Black stocking satin strap.
Knee-high; hard to measure.
High - heels they just climb forever.
Spread thighs hypnotized his eyes.
Deep breath watching her chest rise
Wide eyes she looks posterized,
long strokes that disappear deep inside.
Deeper sighs I can feel the vibes,
nail marks across his chest,
blood dried just follow the X.
Move slow make her want it more,
said wise speaking from experience.
Handcuffed cause she likes to be a deviant.
Lips sealed, around his ****, like she’s practicing keeping secrets.
Hair tied back cause that’s how Sir told her to keep it.
Legs wrapped around his waist, at a right angle, so Sir can reach it.
open wide like Simon says, She reacts so, Sir doesn’t have to repeat it.
Firm grip on her waistline, but there is no wasting time.  
Twitching hips, tighten his grips, as she whines,
in joy of the loving being deployed.
Toes curled the pleasure can’t be denied.
Slip slide the more she moves the harder he grinds,
smooth ride the way their bodies coincide.
Deep ******, they combust, as they collide,
come inside her, like a gentleman,
he gives her, a piece of his mine.

Spread
her legs
across his sheets
like an ocean
on a beach
drowning
himself deep in her depths
taking her breath away
as he submerged his tip
penetrating her crest
of new depths
in her tight passage
with throws of passion
him making her feel things
she had never imagined
while spread