Slow Pleasure

As she lays with her body at rest everything perfect from her toes up to her breast as we lay in slight darkness with a candle ablaze our shadows paint this perfect picture of sex.
I start from the top slowly running my fingers thru her hair working my way down rubbing her temples simple yet sensational as her mind wonders what i will do next i slowly meet her lips giving a soft kiss leaving a small bite behind next is her neck tasting of sweet Nectar left to right i feel her legs shaking as i slowly move down in her mind her pussy should be next in line, i have to meet her sexy breast 1st with slow licks as i suck one and my hand on another with ice in hand her nipples are harden by the slow drips now as i work my way down closer to her spot where she wants me to be navel kissing softly yes them thighs are lifted pussy wet ready to make the bed a mess i feel her hands on my neck just ready to explode licking on one thigh then the other shes turnt on she hasn't noticed that i have her clit in hand rubbing and pressing getting it ready for my tounge the 1st lick shes ready to run i keep her close so that no drip of her pussy leaves my mouth now she feeling it hands on my head im turned on by her sexy moans 10 mins go by shes wondering have a drowned from the steady flow of wetness shes not ready to stop but im ready dick in hand but i want her atop to ride my face no room for any pleasures to leave the room. She says you've eaten enough now lay it in me

This poem is about: 
Me

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