Strip Me Bare & Leave Me Breathless

I don't know how you take your coffee

(but I do know how
you like your cock stroked)

You like my mouth on it first.
Lips enveloping the tip,
and working all the way down,
lubricating the velvety skin
before wrapping my fingers
around it, sliding
my palm up to the head
(while grinning
at your shining eyes
as you watch me)

Come closer.

And closer still.
I want to breathe you in,
smell the salty scent
of your skin,

the remnants of sunshine in your hair.

Press your whiskey-soaked
lips against mine.
Demolish my resolve.
Release me out
into nothingness

again.

I am insatiable
with a desire
that is blinding
and white hot.
I am burning from the inside out.

My lips push back against yours,
tasting you
as an intoxicating ache
unravels me.

I am lit with an urgency
that sucks the air
out of my lungs.

The heat of your body
meshes with mine,
as you press your hands against my back.

Strip me bare, and leave me breathless.
Crash onto my shore with such ferocity
that I have no choice
but to pay attention,
to be present.

Watch as my body blossoms for you,
splitting open for your consumption.

Stroke me until I am soaked;
lick my dripping cunt
until I'm raw, until I am
begging to be emptied.

Ignore this and tease me,
pressing your mouth
against my neck
as I inhale your humid breath.

My body is screaming for it,
for consumption,
for everything you could possibly offer.

Slip your fingers
between and into every
curve and crevice
soaking your fingers
until you, yourself,
want to be emptied.

Stuff yourself inside me
as my hips rise to meet you.

I want it violent
and reckless.

Interlace your fingers with mine.
Pin me beneath you
with the weight of your body
as we drown ourselves
in each other.

I want more.
I don't tell you this.
I don't tell you what I want
because you'll do it
and I'll want even more,
and you'll do that too,
and I'll keep wanting
more and more
until I soak your cock
with my come once again,
crying out,
as waves of pleasure rock
and buck against the confines
of my bones.
Wild energy clamoring
to be freed,
but stuck inside,
my voice its only hope
for escape.

I open my eyes and see yours.
My heart rate slows as does yours.
Lazy, gentle kisses graze
my lips and I return them.
We lie here
in between space and time,
but only for a moment.

We eventually come to,
our desire settling.

We disconnect and busy ourselves
with our lives again.

I still don't know how you take your coffee,
but I do know how you like your cock stroked.