The night falls still
as I listen to the whispering winds
blow through my
hair. Crying your name
in longing anticipation
of what is to come.
You come to me in the night.
Praising me with your love.
Pleasing me with
your touch.
Bowing down to kiss me
in ways that send my heart racing
and my
body quivering in ecstasy.
Though still there is something missing
from this
encounter of love that
I seek to find in you.
I close my eyes and exhale
as you bow down to kiss my body
and caress it
as if it was the air that you breath
or the water that you drink.
Though still
there is something missing
from this encounter of love.
I lay you down,
for it's your turn now.
I seek out all the pleasures that
I can give to you
and fill myself with your love.
I feel the pulsing of your
manhood
inside of me and I feel your explosion
filling me to the core,
drowning me with your essence..
Now
it is your turn to exhale.
Now it is
enough.
As our bodies lie there so close
and our hearts beat so fast,
all I think
of is our next encounter.
I know that next time
will be even more
wonderful
than this.
I roll over and wait
for the whispering winds
to reach me again.
Penned by
~ Donna Flynn ~
