Home at last

As she slips through her door, a sigh of relief,
She sinks into a chair, her body seeking brief
Respite from the world, its relentless pace.
Her hand drifts southward, a secret embrace.

Under the waistband, her leggings slide,
Softness of underwear, a gentle guide.
Wetness already present, a telltale sign,
This won't take long, a pleasure so divine.

Muscles taut, her finger works its magic,
Aching bud responds, a passionate tragic.
Knuckles through leggings, the only trace,
Of a hidden dance, an intimate space.

Moans and breath grow louder, faster, more,
With every stroke, the tension soars.
Climax approaches, a train on the tracks,
Her body trembles, her senses in stacks.

Eyes closed, mouth open, a symphony of delight,
Fireworks explode within, a dazzling flight.
Through her body, the pleasure courses,
A symphony of ecstasy, her own forces.

She cums so hard, so very hard,
A release of tension, a welcome reward.
Body shaking, fluids flowing free,
A moment of solace, a moment of glee.