Feral Dreams of 69

Clothing strewn like a small explosion,
Powerful arms with determined hands
Pull me over your form, quivering with the ache
That only the most powerful and tender of mercies
Can release in depths where ecstasy resides.
Twisting me 'round, pushing my thighs wider,
As if with the sheer pressure of your fingers,
You could explore my innermost crimson'd flower.
       My feet straddling your head, toes curled in anticipation,
       Vision clouds and dims with the need to suck you,
       Loudly mute desire that must build, crest, explode,
       I must oh i must taste you, my hands at your hips,
       Framing your ramrod cock, a sculptor's work of art.
While you with consuming skill, pull my pussy to your mouth,
Lips speaking in terms of wetness by degrees,
Splitting me open like a ripened peach,
Juices dripped and licked, tongue bath,
Your tongue trailing like molasses in slow motion,
Thrusting deeper into my secret held aside for you.
       Lowering my mouth to blow softly on your tip,
       Lapping, deep and swooping strokes,
       Like an erotic carousel, swirling round and round,
       Licking with intent, my grown-up's candy cane,
       Before sliding my mouth, molten, closing tightly,
       Slicking inch by inch until reaching the base,
Those relentless fingers, sinking first one inside, then two
To tease my responses, undulating in and out,
Pistons gathering speed, lapping with mysterium
At the distant shores of my clit, tongue-tipped.
       My mouth clamped tightly over your shaft, your head
       At the back of my throat, keeping suddenly still
       Until you think you'll howl, your hips struggling to rise,
       Knowing what will follow, deep hiss of indrawn breath,
       Feeling my deep, strong moan over the length of your cock,
       My fingers gently rolling your balls together to make sure
       I feel my groan's reverberation in my fingertips.
Growling, my animal, my beast, i feel you,
Your tongue lashing at my clit as if rain to mast,
Demanding that I give you full lip and tongue reply.
Calling the demons free, releasing my barely hidden wench
By pounding your fingers faster and harder,
Each thrust of your curled fingers strolling,
Stroking sliding slipping teasing taunting.
       I'm about to gush, you raise your mouth,
       Gutteral order to let you drink deep honey'd juice.
       My marrow, Mardi Gras of wildness spreads lava'd orgasm,
       Like a snake charmer, sizzling up my spinal chord, piercing with fangs
       That jerk my mouth into spirals of sucking you,
While you lap, hungrily, greedily, at my oasis
Drinking, another finger fiding its way
Deep within my pleasure tunnel, bringing me over again.
One more series of skillful, relentless finger-fucks,
The abyss that calling yet again and again.
       In growing orgasmic satiation, i know what you ache to have,
       My mouth thrusting over your cock, fucking you with oral abandon,
       Tight control, my head in a tango with the beast in my mouth,
       Lips dipping hard just at the ridge where shaft meets head,
       Your groan and renewed tongue strokes urging me forward,
       Deft fingertips strum below your balls, i know it well,
       I feel your balls tightening in preparation.

Waves crash harder, now, arching hard,
Mouth, head, clit all crimson red, hot tandem,
Begging release, demanding nothing less,
Until the shuddering shatters,
Ripping through the veil of resistance.
Screams and creams of just rewards
Echoing, dancing, hung suspended,
Bodies paused mid-thrust, mid-lick, mid-stroke,
No sound except howls of matched passion.
Then, with hiss and sigh, ache of relief, long overdue
Arranging limbs, to lie, arms and legs entwined,
Throats parched, nerves that are raw from ravishing,
Night filled with scents of fucking, the tenderness of loving,
Sleep reaches in to claim is celebrants once again,
To rest, if not to dream.