Les Love #3

Wet,
she grinds on me…
my skin feels her,
needs her
as much as
she needs me…
Her lips part,
they glide
and her bean,
senses my lust
for her,
my desire to
rock and push back,
my wanting to giver her
what she needs…
eyes closed,
feeling everything,
sensing her every move,
I feel her
death sweep
over her
in a shudder
so beautiful…

Les Love

She loves me
differently
skin to skin
lips to lips
the slightest
brush
has me shudder
She feels
delicate,
light
as a feather
and it
has me reeling
and wanting
to grind…
wanting
to have
that sensation
harder
and my legs
wrap around her
pulling her in
pulling her lips in
pulling her wetness in
pulling
that
orgasm
in

Yumminess #5

We spend hours
kissing
talking
loving
laughing
wanting
Being present
noticing the
slightest gesture
and in these moments
embrace the yummy
that has me
grappling for more
impatiently
waiting you out
till every drop
is served
on a platter
where I can
slowly indulge
like I would
a great wine