For her pleasure

In her hands was the way to entice me,

lips ready to give more than to receive.

Waiting on the floor she watches me,

placing my hands on her head I move in.

Looking deep into my eyes she sighs,

feeling her shake as I touch her lips.

Softly the night comes together,

moment of pain in sweet delight.

As I caress her breasts she moves,

tongue on her neck, hands explore.

Between her legs is my river,

pouring from the touch of my hands.

She moans my name in the shadows,

tasting her thighs I am consumed.

Hand pulling my hair legs apart,

kissing her sex within.

She feels as silky dreams of pleasure,

each breath she takes fills me up.

Hand on her hip finger inside of her,

finding the way to her shores.

Gasping for silence biting her pillow,

shaking as she cums on my lips.

Ready to please me I stop her,

laying her head gently down.

Coming down to be beside her face,

a single kiss goodnight sleeping love.











Johnny Newell