Fire streams from his fingertips,
fever clings to his mouth.
Passion drapes his sensual hips,
as his attention turns south.

Heat slides in a lava path,
as his tongue glides on my skin.
He's giving me such a heated, sensuous bath…
my mind begins a swirling riotous spin.

Tightened, desire hardened nipples grow
as his tongue laves them to attention.
A moist stream of a hot lava flow
seeps from an over-heated spot of fiery tension.

His tongue swirls on my breasts,
first the left one, then the right.
I moan such erotic requests
in keeping with the heat of the night.

Sliding down towards his goal,
his tongue moves to my heated center.
He moves into the garden of my soul
and my world begins to splinter.

Afterwards, panting, hot and filled with lust,
I tangle with him for a more "supreme" position.
I swing myself above him and down I thrust,
he gives me his own needful "point of contention".

Slowing down, I tease him such...
that he begs, moans and pants his need.
I move the way he likes so much...
I cry out, as I'm filled with molten seed.