Ambitions Answer

Pouting lips wet with saliva.
 
Descending to pleasure every intimate area.

Passions lingual swirling.

Legs churning in ecstasies wake I lay patiently yearning.

Senses overwhelming me, under some wiccan spell she controls me.

Pushing and taunting my way worshiping the vagil from whence we all came.

Time is fleeting her moans slowly turn to screaming, my manhood bleeding.

Waves multiplied emotional tide on high, she
pulls me forward, now what we will share...is eye to eye.

Every limb intertwined, hands taut, full of hair in this moment we have nothing to hide.

Exposed to the light, to this nothing
could be more close to right.

A pregnant pause, and a breath to hold the sessions end is in our throws.

Almost orchestrated, our love conducted in an explosive simultaneous crescendo.

Hours that have passed seem unreal, recover in an endless embrace.

A kiss, and a little ambition causes libidos to swell, once again we repeat what we do so well.

I look at you, as to ask if I may begin my quest.

Of course, as always, the sparkle in your eye shouts a resounding YES!!!