Musk

He feasts on her,
Her thighs draped wide,
Her heels finding purchase on his back,
Her musk invading his soul.

Labia, swollen crimson and glistening,
Pulled apart by her welcome,
Spread apart by his tongue.
Her juices coating from nose to chin.

"Oh!" is the only word
She can manage.  "Oh!   Oh!"
His lips purse around the
Pink twig that stands alone.

"Oh, there!" and she squirms, though
Never intending to escape his grasp.
His flat muscled tongue
Discovering her honeyed magic.

His tongue dances a rhythm.
An upward sweep, wet circles,
A tempo echoing her heat,
That inhaling suck of her ballerina.

She flows for him.
Droplets trickling to the sheets.
Liquid sounds of pleasure,
Hers and his, growing, rising.

His fingers sink into her,
Twisting, beckoning her forward.
He feels her squeeze,
Hears the desire in her throat.

Without warning, she signals
Her arrival with breathy pants,
A trembling belly and
She calls to him, "Oh there!"

Her hips rise to meet
His mouth, and his tongue
Slashes a random flurry
And hurries her quivers.

She gasps, grips tight his head and
Hangs in suspended silence,
Pulsing nibbles around slick fingers as
She floats on the edge of her heaven.

Soon she commands, "Up!"
And tugs him above her,
Imprisoning his thighs with her legs
And his blue eyes with hers.

She centers his body,
Adjusting him with eager hands,
Impatient hunger.  She tastes her musk
On his lips, his face.

She arches to meet his plunge.
Deliberate, unsubtle,
A simple fluid thrust driven by
Passion, by lust, by emotion.

He cries out his joy,
Surrenders heart and soul, their
Connected flesh that celebrates the
Too-quick release of his throbbing pleasure.

He fills her.  Her eyes, her smile,
Her whispers of "Yes, yes, yes"
That welcomes each pulse into her body,
Into her core, adding to her musk.

Wordless, he descends down her body,
His head again between her legs,
Now an erotic mixture of scents and tastes
That enchants his senses.

She is open, raw and liquid,
Her labia still yawning wide
Remembering his thick invasion that
Ended all too soon.

His tongue slathers his pleasure,
Tells her his love, rejoices in her own.
Her fingernails dig into flesh as
She sprints one last time to her finish.