Swollen

 Swollen, aching for you

The touch of your hand does more then soothes it stirs the fire that is my desire. 

The moisture that clings to my labia is proof that you are my passion's root. 

The tender caress of your breath on my neck elicits shivers of pleasure as your fingers take my nipples measure. 

Looking deep in my eyes as you part my thighs aligning our bodies to connect,  in them is the mirror of my lust a feeling at this moment that is over coming both of us. 

As you slide in I spread my legs wider, arching to accommodate your length and girth. Giggling to due to joyful mirth of this momentous birth of pleasure.

As the intensity grows of each stroke the sighs and moans the clutching and biting, its building to a point of no return. 

Rushing toward that one moment of destruction only for it to come and you realize you have experienced Resurrection.

 New life seems to pump thru your joints as you relish the journey to the Oasis of Passion and you plot your next trip.