In a world full of corruption,

tarnished by hate and deception, 

I realize loving you has become 

my poetry, my swan song, my passion.

You are my safe place.

Alone with my lust filled thoughts, 

I lay sprawled across white linen.

Unsure anymore if I am the prey 

or if I have become the predator. 

Naked, Exposed, Aching

The familiar sounds of you

cause my heart to gallop.

As you enter the room

we lock eyes as I drink in

your glorious nakedness.

Prey or Predator

Your agile fingers tracing

my smooth porcelain skin.

The alabaster canvas

turning shades of crimson

beneath your scorching touch.

The predator becomes the prey.

Your hands grip my breasts

fondling the feminine flesh

as your tongue flicks 

my aching swollen nipples.

Expertly your mouth explores

the exposed tender curves 

of my arched body as I offer

myself for your consumption.

Silently I beg you to consume me.

You grip my waist pulling me

to the very edge of the bed

where you are waiting, 

hungry and growing impatient.

A knee juts between my legs

parting them and exposing 

the most womanly parts of me.

Your cock throbbing and ready

to slide into my depths,

aching to feel me stretch. 

You trace the head along my slit,

up and down the length of me.

The smooth bulbous head

teasing my clit as you become

slick with my sweet nectar.

Do you feel my body begging

as it aches to feel our passion?

As your nails dig into my flesh,

I am consumed by your presence. 

Your need is so apparent tonight.

I need you to be inside me, to posses me.

As your eyes consume me, 

I silently speak to you 

without uttering a word.

I am desperate to feel you, 

unable to disguise my want. 

Can you feel my need?

One slow deliberate motion,

and your length invades me.

Plunging deep within my femininity.

My pussy molds to fit you,

becoming your second skin.

Your hips moving instinctively

as you grind my slick swollen lips.

Our rhythmic fucking begins.

This is our poetry, our passion.

Our passion defines me.

As your cock thrusts in and out,

your hands grip my nakedness.

Desperately you hold onto me

as your eruption builds within.

The pace quickens. 

Prey or predator. 

Please do not stop. 

Sate my ache. 

My orgasm does not come meekly,

nectar pouring from within

as my body gives away all of my secrets.

The dam breaks as you fill me.

Tonight like every night,

you consume me.