She walks in…

I give her, that familiar stare…
Try to walk past me, if you dare…
Push her firmly, against the wall…
Tearing at clothing, removing them all…
Nibble her ear, kiss her neck…
Slightly bite her lip, keep her in check…
Sample her nipples, as I caress her breast…
Kneel, put her leg on my shoulder, let it rest…
Look up, I see the look in her eyes…
With my mouth, I tease her thighs…
I kiss her “lips”, as passion does unfurl…
Her eyes rolled back, when I sampled the pearl…
Her breathing shallow, extremities weak…
I sense she’s getting close, to reaching her peak…
I hold her up by her stomach, trying to protect her…
Explosions, my mouth, filled with her nectar…
I put her in my arms, carry her to bed…
Lay her back; kiss her on her forehead…
Gather her clothing, as to avoid a crunch…
“See you at dinner, enjoy the rest of your lunch”…

Sixty Eight, now she owes me one…

Anthony 061206 @ 9:23