Rapture

He finds me in darkness, clothes discarded then,

Dappling like rain, kiss fall on the skin.

He groans, yes! Softly;

Moist end of his drought, my tongue over my lips.

His taste in my mouth,

hands buried in hair, knees guided to the floor;

Eager I ravish, his pleas for more.

while I pleasure, teas,

He gasps, please,

And strain for release I withhold.

Draws me to stand, takes me in palm,

Then skillful,

Returns tease tenfold. sigh;

Moaning I writhe, he lays me down, sigh;

hungry and hot I groan.

Tongue flicks over thigh, I spread myself wide;

Honeyed kisses fall over my soul.

In mindless surrender I call out your name;

Take me to wonder this glorious pain.

Oh! Lysander! I'm yours to be played,

Take me to rapture again and again.

He comes up slowly;

Hot sensuous glide,

Hands clutch at him desperate!

To feel him inside.

Lysander moans, guide me arching his hips,

I reach for his crown, press it to lips.

Fingers laced tightly, thrusting in deep;

Pleasure and bliss! Drives me to weep,

Legs curl at his back to keep him within;

His mouth covered mine, nails buried in skin,

In mindless surrender, I call out your name;

Take me to wonder this glorious pain.

Oh Lysander! I'm yours to be played,

Take me to rapture again, and again.

I am yours solely; loosen your grip;

Urges softly, and arches my legs on his hips.

Fills me so fully! I near overflow,

A tooth to my rosebuds teases me, more.

'On his back, he settles, hands-on thighs;

'Ride me slowly, drives me wild!

Ride me to pleasure, yours and mine'

He whispered this hotly, eyes on fire.

Taking him deeply, I ride;

I arch, circle dip and glide.

Until he is breathless, panting my name,

Were it not for the pleasure, one would think him in pain.

In mindless surrender I call out your name;

Take me to wonder this glorious pain.

Take me to rapture again, and again,

His hands find my hips, he arches in deeply;

The tightening in furls, I love him sweetly,

He rises up keening, at my lips he nursed;

Words mingled with pleasure, pleading and curse.

He comes breath strangled;

Drenching my core, Body tense,

Hungry! I milk him for more.

His name on my lips,

fervent prayer.

I join Lysander and take to the air.

With guttural cries, coming undone,

Back bowing sharply, no air in my lungs.

I clench and squeeze, tight and sure;

He comes again drenching me more.

Panting breaths mingle sweat soaked skins.

I came to my self, he throbs hotly within.

In mindless surrender, I call out your name;

Take me to wonder this glorious pain.

Oh, Lysander! I'm yours to be played,

Take me to rapture again, and again.