I Make Love To Her

I blush...
Over the way she says i make her feel,
I make it REAL.
I pull back the layers like banana peels
I feel.. any woman can feel ideal...
When the circucumstances have truth to reveal...
And passion to Conquer.
A need for sentuality and to uncontrollably want her...


I take my time...
I find each area, each peice tastes like no other...
So succulent,  If i forget to breathe i get somothered...
Your legs are freed and start to hover... over my head
Like a halo, as my neck plays dead...
Riding my face like a Bronco,
My tongue rewrites what I said...
As my ears bled of moans of my name as i gently scratch her inner thigh...
Sucking relentlessly until i know she spelled it right
Abundantly sticky fingers as they start to slip and slide
I shift and glide...
My tongue in every direction that pulsates right....


I Make Love To Her
Maybe rough with no pounds,
More like moaning than screaming sounds...
And when her fingers wrap around....
My hair....
my stare is deep in her eyes...
As I reach in bare, pulling off underwear
And making poetry in her Lazy Boy Chair....
Writing musing about the way I took her there...
Smoothly.. performing.. arts
Seeing colors like a festival or fair
Moving covers like waves gliding on sheets like air
Exhale.....




Yeah... I took it there.