Awakening - (M/F oral poem)

April's offering - the first.

A genital awakening

She wanted nothing more than the puissance she adored,
She really rather craved, sleeping flesh there to be laved;
Delighted by the challenge, she burrowed under cover,
And silent for a moment, heard the breathing of her lover.

Watching his chest rise, she leaned in close and subtle,
Her mind so very fertile, planning an arousing battle;
Hips tremble slightly, but he did not choose to wake,
Thoughts of fleshy segments that her lips bend to take.

She sucked him so gently, relishing distinctive tastes,
Drawing him to stiffness in her heated mouth's embrace;
When thoroughly well-rested, too hard to be ignored,
Eyes creak open for reward as the kissed tip is adored.

Jerking the fearful shaft, she locks eyes upon her man,
She strokes, licking, tracing keenly with her tongue;
Eyelids closed in pleasure, oscillations so enticing
A mouth and a stiff member, pull him to explosive rising.