Beauty from the Root

Private Entrance

Picture me on top

Like a lion staring at his prey,

Getting ready to eat you alive.

I stare into your eyes

And smile.

I begin kissing every curve,

Every dimple.

Lay down

And let my lips kiss your lips.

Top to bottom.

Call me Jack Sparrow

And let my two fingers

Go in deep to explore for your golden treasure.

Imagine my tongue as a paintbrush moving across the perfect canvas

About to create a masterpiece.

I’m Van Gogh

And your private entrance is the ‘Starry Night’.

My fingers move quickly

As if I’m playing the violin

Like Beethoven

Creating the famous Moonlight Sonata.

You clench tight with my head in between your thighs

While my tongue is moving in a circular motion

Looking like an octopus’ tentacle in the water.

Up and down

Side to side

In and out.

Loud moans fill the room

Sealed by the four walls.

A rush of emotions escape from our heavy breathing

As the sweet scent of ‘Beautiful Day’ lingers on the sheets.

You watch as my left hand grabs the right

Bosom on sight.

And my right hand makes it way down to find your patterned Vicky C’s.

Feeling the heat between your lips.

I pull up the strap.

Nails deep

You grip

And scratch

As eight inches penetrate the heavenly gates.

You scream my name

Begging for more

Begging for me to go faster

Harder

We’ve been waiting for this moment

Like synchronize swimming

We both climax,

Ending up in a pool of water.