Lusty little spark

Lusty little spark

To watch her pleasure as my tongue plays,
To see her tremble at my warm touch,
To hear her groan and faintly stutter,
To taste her juice on my lips,

And she around me,
Lighting pleasure in my skin,
Her lips gently welcoming me in,
A dizzy haze of mindless lust & excitement,

We are as one, moving, turning, moaning, grabbing and having fun.

How did I end up in this very joyous moment?
From the start of a careful kiss,
To a wet and playful bliss,

Will it last?

The thought unwelcome,
What will -normal- feel after this high,
Like plunging head first from a starlit sky?

Do I dare go further?

To advance every step and ever steeper,
To risk if I fall, a fall deeper and deeper,
I feel her tongue around me twirl,
And with that little lusty curl,
The answer is clear as day,
To lie here and further stray,
Higher on a mountain of creamy love,
Further and further from the grey and jagged rock.