Her Scent is Vera Wang, mixed with sweet sweat
Taste is stimulating
Nibble ear, kiss her neck
We sit chest to chest, her legs latch my waist
Thighs on top of mine, intertwined in our embrace
Her touch is dripped lace
Fignertips, grip. The pace
we move is indolent,
lost in the moment
Heart? mind? she owns it, I play in her hair
Massage her scalp lightly
Lavender fills the air
Still inside her, I feel her muscles contract
She laughs, gives me a wink, runs her fingers down my back
“Kegel exercises” my response I rock slow
saturating thrusts through inert tempo
Nipples erect brush my chest in gyration
Delicate fornication
intimate conversation
Explosion was simotaneous
Still attached she leans back
Spine arched, mouth agape
The room is all black
Except for candlelight; glows we’re furrowed in the sheets
As our two bodies meet to the sounds of the streets
