Be the calm amidst her chaos
The steady during her shake
The light when she feels lost
A solid ground that doesn’t quake
She juggles more than she’ll admit
With a bit of crazy and grace
She’s not the type to quit

The urge to lay her down and let my tongue do all talking, where it counts. The places she can really feel it, that have her involuntarily clenching, pulling my hair, arching her back off of the sheets, soaking my face. Just making an absolute mess of her until she’s begging in that needy tone.

Craving you, pressed close
Your body pulling me in, closer still
Hands gliding over every tempting curve
Skin warm, flushed with heat
Breath shallow, shivers answering
Waves of pleasure rising
Raw, trembling, undone…
Exhausted, spent, yet still aching for every inch of you