Awakened

Stirred from dreams by sensations of wet warmth
A low moan elicited by your touch
Sun not yet risen but the sky is brilliant pink
Heralding the day soon to come

Slowly writhing wakened
To find I am undressed
Your lips engulfing me
Those eyes burning with desire

My smile turns to a louder moan
Your hand slides up my thigh
Tongue swirling up and down
Sending a river of pleasure through me

Fingers circling round
I let my head lay back
Stroking, sucking, tasting me
Arousal blossoming as a flower

Moaning long and low
Tensing as you work
Stretched out and utterly
Under your control

Pleasure building up
Crescendo to climax
Roaring as I shake
And let go my release

Not a drop you spill
Looking at me like your prey
As you lick your lips and whisper
"My turn"