romanhandsrushing:

theotherpoems:

Your dark hair. 
Your full breasts. 
Your cleavage. 

You on your knees. 
Legs slightly spread.
Your hair pulled to one side. 

You kiss. 
You lick. 
There is adoration in your green eyes

as we both watch my shaft
spread your lips
and enter the warmth that is your mouth. 

This is not mere duty. 
Your quickening breath gives you away
even as it stiffens my cock further. 

No,. This is art. This is passion. 
This is the worship of the most vibrant woman
I know. 

Your offering. 
Unadulterated pleasure. 
Sexual and soul connecting both. 

You know this about me. 
You know your surrender of those perfect lips
even as my hips begin to grind,

even as my hand reaches involuntarily for your raven hair, 
even as I push your head down, 
hungry to possess all of you, 

to watch your throat’s surrender, 
to hear your whimper as I too surrender, 
moving from mere pleasure to lust. 

As I watch you. 
As I lose myself in your gift
as I become less than a man than an animal

with animal desires that swallows my control
just as you swallow my silken steel, 
and soon, so soon, my essence. 

WORSHIPPING DADDY…