BLOW JOB
by f-cynyr©


My hands tremble your body,
you stand before me, open and moist,
nipples puckered and engorged with lust and anticipation,
craving the sharp short electric charge
that rolls you to gasp
and tremor

longing for more,
mouth agape, lips slick and swollen,
they glisten with fervor and wanting.

In your flowing delirium,
you drop to your knees,
penance of your lust and devotion
eyes glazed, face as pure as light,
you take the flesh jewel in pious clasped hands
longing and praying for my
pure white eruption,

hoping to capture ecstasy
in your mouth and swallow the sacrament.

You meld and become one with the flesh,
surrendered to the driving rhythm
of urgency;
your lips, slick and eager, tighten,
your serpentine tongue curls and
thrashes in excitation, mumbling a prayer.

As urgency crests to the final blinding release,
and I topple, entwined with you,
spent and released;
with my discharge your fulfillment
is complete.






RELEASE

My hands flutter and flit
over the skin of your trembling
body,
my fingers slide along your pulsating skin
whispering the darkest wish of each
curve and crevasse.

The heaving and swelling of
your swollen breasts,
lustful fall and
rise.
Engorged nipples erect, crimson and inflamed,
murmur their thirst
for lips and release.

I twist and pull,
as you hitch your
quivering breath,
and arch, then gasp,
and melt into the solitude of my hands.

The flesh of your thighs
trembles as my fingers
trace the words of your private longing,
and continue in their pilgrimage
up the tenderest skin of your thigh,
and you surrender to your most
intimate hunger.

Your eyes flutter, then roll back,
and your pelvis tilts forward
beseeching my fingers and hand
to open the deepest bliss
within, to give voice to your concealed
lust.

Lips pouting and crimson,
glistening with your urgent desire,
open with
throbbing anticipation,
begging and praying for
the rub and push, that would give
release to all your pent up
cravings.

Hungering for hands and fingers to give you
voice to release the
secrets of your smouldering body,
and free your darkest lust.
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