When The Time is Right

Rolling you on your tummy
Looking over your shoulder at me
Silently pleading for me to take you
Parting your thighs for a better view
Musky scent of your desire so heavy
I can taste it and feel it seeping
Deeply into my body and mind
My hardness rides the slick cleft
Up along your raised ass cheeks
You moan as your eyes beg
Me to mount you quickly
Pulling your hair, you moan
Leaning in closely, touching you
Between your sweet, swollen lips
I softly whisper, "Not yet, my sweet.
I'll let you know when the time is right."