The feeling of her petals

Cradling my power

While I ease out on her

Heavenly

She whimpers as she was still dry

To my inquest

But still I continue to pierce her darkness

Till she starts meeting my thrust

Matching my rhythm

Clenching her nails into my flesh

She tips her head back in ecstasy

I knew she was on the verge

I go on my knees

Between her thighs 

And claim everything she offered

Her body and soul

The woman of my desires.

©LR