My Sexual Fantasy

I want you to love me. 

I want you to make love to me.
Hold me, caress me,
From top to bottom.

Cradle my face in the palms of your strong, but tender hands,
Kiss each cheek, 
Sliding your hungry hands down my neck,
To touch my well-endowed breasts,
Encircling the nipples with the tips of your fingers,
And then... 

Lowering your mouth to place your lips on my nipples,
Taking them into your mouth,
Bringing me to the first stage of ecstasy.

Your hands move down my body,
Which is quivering from the joy it is feeling.
Your hand is making its way to the point between my legs,
Where I am aching for your touch.

You put your hands on that sensitive spot and open my legs,
Ever so slightly -
Your fingers,
They enter me and
Revolve around those erotic zones that want to be touched so.

I murmur and shrill and shriek in ecstasy. 
What an undescribable feeling.
Yet so descript.

You turn over and show me your manhood.
I eye its beauty and want to feel it in my hands.
I touch it - it is hard - it is waiting for my constant caresses,
Of which I oblige.

You murmur and shrill and shriek in ecstasy. 
Smiling and whispering words of delight.

I want to feel you in me.
Yet which lips should reign you in first.

I start with the lips on my mouth.
I bring your manhood up to my face and put it into my mouth,
Sucking it like a lollipop,
Hearing your moans as your excitement is increased.

And then, I am ready for you to enter me.
You turn over, and straddle me,
As I am on my back.
You part my legs, and you enter me.

You throttle me, and I gyrate.
Over and over again, over and over again.
It seems like this can never end.

And then it explodes.
We have both reached the highest state of pleasure.

We hug and we kiss as if this could never end.
And well -

But I know that you love me.