Silken Path

They swell like they're trying to break free,
Twin orbs growing with each heartbeat,
Flushed with color, thick and hot,
Like ripe fruit about to burst
The smooth hills, glossy as if already kissed
Takes my breath away,
Increasing the already ache building inside me
It is a need I freely express
I trace the open view before me with my eyes,
Although I've seen it over and over,
I never tire of memorizing it again.
My shaft stretches upward,
Every inch of me a confession I cannot hide
The folds are like wet silk,
And I imagine how my fingers would feel
As they slide over it, and how glorious
It would be to gently slide them inside,
How it would feel to rub my thumb over
Her swollen bud until her hips jerk,
Until her voice breaks into a sound
I've only imagined in my dirtiest dreams
Glistening pearls slide between the folds,
Sliding down as if they know I'm watching
I want to taste them, I want to drag my tongue
Slowly up the wet crevice and back down
Until her breath turns ragged
And her body strains, her hands clenching the sheets
And her hips drive upward, straining to release,
Spurting in streams against my tongue,
Each burst a desperate cry,
Spoken in unspoken words.....