Love's Champagne

Take me.
Take me now.
I close my eyes,
Supine, I lay await
Your not so tender touch.

You ready yourself,
Seated there preparing.
Fingers to lips and lips,
And most of all, to mind,
Before the joy.

Hands move over
Dark pink circles,
Flicking nubs, making rise
Of deeper pink centers
Till they beckon me.

Hypnotized, I raise
Lips to those amazing beacons
Of your growing desire.
Teeth, you say,
Hurt them. Make me weep.

Head thrown back,
You gasp, suck for breath.
More goes out than in,
Faster, faster.
Tiny cries escape.

Enough. Supine again.
Fingers take me hard.
Circling, milking, squeezing
Up and down,
Tease my brain(s).

Wet core in my face,
Barely breathe, but still
Flick the marble,
Deeply probe the damp,
Softly humming.

Take me in,
Sucking hard,
Teeth gently scrape
Pulsing hardness
While I give back.

Rising temperatures,
Rising voices,
Rising spasms,
Rising expectations,
Rising waves of pleasure.

Vocally exploding,
Intellectually exploding,
Abdominally exploding,
In your face exploding.
As you laugh.

You shiver.
Screams pierce the silence,
Shaking, quaking, aching,
Fingernails scraping thighs
As I swallow.

Come to me.
Mouth to mouth.
Drink your nectar,
Drink mine.
Love's champagne.