Fountain of love

I took her from behind.
Startled she remained motionless.
Gliding my tongue on her neck
I circled my fingers on her breasts
In feathery motions
Till they asserted their presence.
I knead them while breathing fire
Marking it purple in passion.
Till she whispered no more.

I turned her around...grabbing her breasts
Reuniting them as if they have been separated
Like a devout priest.
I worshipped the twin temples in sacred indulgence.
Blessed was I when the fountain of sweetened love dripped.
Rewarded bounteously.
Finally I took her to bed.