"Hawthorn"( MF rom verse )[1/1]



In the heady scent of hawthorn
that reminds me of your body
you rise up, reach out, embrace me
and you taste of wine and honey
as you stroke me, very gently
and I shudder to your fingers,
full of want, and expectation
in no hurry, kissing deeply
then my tongue moves on so slowly
down your warm and splendid body
dappling with leaves and sunlight
and your eyes half close with yearning
as I curl myself beside you
lean my breasts on your thigh's pillow
and my lips enclose your maypole.
Ah, so sweet and strong and vibrant
and I lick its length, then gulp it
and you groan, and move, caress me
oh, I love to make you feel this,
and I'm moist and warm and wanting
but my tongue goes on to tease you
till at last I move beside you,
and we pause to find a condom
and I roll it on, caress you,
then you slide yourself inside me
and I cry out, drowned in feeling
as we move, we are, together,
on the long climb up through passion
that will leave us drained, embracing,
with one wide grin shared between us.