JoeBlack

passion stirring in her eyes

glint that tells the tale

mirror of her soul

reflects the inner gale

bound to me by passion

her chains are called desire

she is slave to them

and to her growing fire

I gently fan the flames

that often sear her soul

watch as her heat rises

until she's lost control

only then I offer touch

my lash kissing skin

it inflames her so....

her trembling within

how to reward such passion?

some measure of repy

sieze the core of her

the place she can't deny

too rough would crush the flower

too soft would be ignored

pleasure guide my hand

to the treasure stored

I will release my hold

as soon as I am thru

when she is spent

her body telling true...