RELISHING THE MOMENT

          

The morning light bathing her smooth mocha’d flesh

Above her he stands, watching whilst she self-pleasures herself

Long French’d fingers slipping inside sheer lacy black boyshorts

Caressing her fhat clyt, the fattest he’d ever seen

Pinching and circling, dipping one then two, three fingers inside

Lost and unawares of his presence, thrusting them in deeper & faster

Stepping closer, he kneels down, his face mere inches away

Hands on elbows, leans in and kisses her blooming pucce bud

Slightly startled as through her pannies he kiss-fucks her

The scathing sensation of the lace fabric rubbing against her swollen clyt

Coupled with his oral serpent’s slow licking proves nearly too much too soon

A trickle of coochie creme soaks her boyshort , spurring him on

Growing more ravenous, unrelenting is he; fingers trail alongst her crotch

Pulling down the silk barrier, dangling them just off her ankles

His tongue now gliding tortuously alongst her outer labia lips

Rakes gently his teeth from her pucce mound down to her puckering “starfish”

She wants to flinch, but can’t; her thycke thighs held firmly within his grasp

Ne’er before hast he done this, but doesn’t want him to stop

Eases her cum drenched digits into his eagerly awaiting mouth

Sucks them as he wast starving, one at a time, devouring ever drop of cum

Pushing her thighs up unto her bountiful pierced bosom

He plunges deep into her chocolate cheeks, spreading them wide

Rimming her, his curled tongue fucking her like a mini-dick’d vibrator

Whilst his left hand rolls her nipples, his right thumb fucks her tight wet snatch

The index and forefingers deftly pinching & squeezing her throbbing pucce bud 

Shooting bolts of ecstasy up her spine, wracking her from head to toe

Frenzied the action, taking her to an orgasmic precipice only to back off

Over and over he taunts and teases her, ‘til she begs him to stop and fuck her

Ignores her pleas, knowing she edging near the moment of  La Petit’ Mort

So aroused she explodes, almost blacking out from the orgasmic tidal wave

Showering him with a river of sweet honey-thick squirt does she

His tongue, mouth, goatee dripping wett. . . the satin linens drenched

Lying atop her, fingers intertwined, he kisses her ferociously

The taste of her upon his lips, the scent of his sex sweat filling her nostrils 

For now do they lay there content, satiated for now, relishing the moment

. . . relishing the moment

@ NOV 2011