I feel my heart race,
blood rushing,
your lips grazing my neck
with the gentlest touch.

I gaze into your eyes,
resisting the compulsive urge
to place my hands between your thighs —
but I give in.

To my surprise,
you’re wetter than the River Nile,
whispering in my ear
you want me inside.

Honey glazes and drips,
your hips rotate,
greeting me with a smile.

Like a mathematician,
I've counted a hundred ways
to ******* in my mind,
but baby, there’s no rush.

I savor the blush
of pleasure in your eyes.
Brushing your center
with the softest stroke,
I watch your body
invoke the lustful demon inside.

Working carefully,
like an artist with a canvas,
every stroke has rhythm,
point, and precision.

You shake, you moan,
pleading, don’t stop,
as your ****** peaks —
exploding with pleasure,
each drop sweet as nectar.

And once again,
to my lustful demon,
I surrender.