She looked at me like I was the answer
to a question her body had been asking for years.
Every breath she took was a conversation,
not of words, but of wanting.
I touched her like time didn’t exist,
like every inch of her was a verse
I had to read out loud with my hands.
The room listened.
The air held its breath.
I slid in, my knees were weak,
Pulled out, ate her like I haven’t had a meal all day,
Slid back in, stroked her til her body gave in,
Pulled out, and made her raise her hips to my face,
Went back in and whispered,
“I’m your key, I’m your eater, these positions is my way”,
Her body responded by going crazy,
When our energy collided,
it wasn’t about control,
it was about recognition.
Two souls speaking fluent harmony,
learning how stillness can scream (as she moans and scream out “I’m cumin, I slowly kiss her nipples and pull her close).
She responded multiple times like poetry does,
when it finally finds its rhythm.
Every move echoed a confession,
every sigh told me she trusted the silence between us.
I pulled back, not from fear,
but from reverence.
“Baby, your pussy got me acting different”
Because some moments deserve to be felt twice,
first in touch,
then in memory.
Her voice trembled like a prayer answered too soon.
My calm broke into awe.
And when her body began to speak,
I listened.
Every shiver said stay right there,
every gasp said she love this d***,
I thought, this is where I’ll continue to live.
It wasn’t victory,
it was communion.
I stood there not as a conqueror,
but as a witness to grace.
I stared in her eyes, stroked myself as I dripped over her,
She was precious,
and I was chosen to see it.
When she smiled through the afterglow,
I knew the night had only begun.
Because what comes next
isn’t about power,
it’s about praise.
She dropped down to her knees,
Told me welcome to her throat, she’s about to drain me,
As I poured,
Things got interesting.. Let’s walk into part 4..
