Nocturnal Cravings

Cross the sphere of time and space

When she calls me ‘cross the sphere of time and space,

With nothing more than a whisper of her heart.

It’s as if I feel her presence, before I see with my eyes.

Closing my eyes, I feel her caress,

And It sends a tingle down my spine,

As my manhood swells,

She kneels and performs her act of worship.

The hum of her mouth sends shivers flying around,

She absorbed, inhaled and devoured my willing part.

She quaffed my all.

I lead her to the high altar,

Held there by nothing more than her desire to please.

I trace my fingers over every inch of her form,

Taking care to give little sparkling bursts of bliss,

Building layer upon layer of pleasure.

Lips and fingers caressing, tender sensitive places,

Her want, building.

Fingers climbing her fleshy mountains,

Squeezing , clutching and compressing her stiff peaks,

Muffled cries escape her lips, as want pours forth.

Parting her legs,

It was as if tiny diamond fragments had been scattered,

As numerous as the stars in a black velvet sky.

Frisson hits me, as I lap her sacred space,

Claiming diamonds with my tongue.

Swirling and dipping,

Parting then impaling her with my spike of joy.

Resonating, within your trembling lips,

Thrusting, inhibition being stripped away.

Our frenzied peak, collaborated in our perfect harmony.