Rush, her Eyes

Why I wouldn’t let you under, Rush,
Is coz I want to watch your eyes
As they, from above me, breathe fire on me,
As you gently rock on my throbbing cock.
To watch your eyes as you move,
And as your full breasts like
Two ripe orbs of desire swing calling me stiff,
I dig deeper and deeper into you, feeling the slide
Through the wet canal, lost hard among
Walls of slippery, lustful water troughs
That pours freely through to give me life,
And you move and move making my desire thick
And I’m blinded tense, and I’m
Held by your eyes.

Your eyes speak to my veins and
Their deep, dark secrets know to move my depths.
Imprisoned by their will, their powerful call,
I lie, you on me, serving your moist, warm love.



Shanika, her riding

I dreamed you ride me.
Your arms sank past me to the bed disarrayed
And falling, you rose on me,
Watching my eyes, caught in a gaze
As I received you trying to keep my breath in place.

Your mouth’s half open.
As you slide on what goes into you
Throbbing your inner walls to whimper,
Your mouth’s half open, you give out soft sounds.
Into my surcharged moans you want them to fall.

Your hair’s undone, and they flop about freely,
And you force the pressure on, and, then,
You slow down the pace. Your wetness, now infused
Into mine becomes mine, mine, yours.
You whip up the riding, and you pump up the craze.