Questing For The Prize

~My heart it aches my soul it burns

with every thought of you~

~My hunger grows my body yearns

throbbing though and through~

~I long to hold your tenderness

touch your lips to mine~

~Inhale the essence of your breath

tongues be intertwined~

~Enchanting me with Passions brew

stirring in your kiss~

~Endlessly flowing the nectar’s dew

within your pouting lips~

~In my veins there burns a fire

imbuing me with lust~

~Igniting flames of pure desire

boiling in my blood~

~I long to quench my hungers pain

soothe the fires burn~

~Embrace the passion of the flames

feeding on my yearns~

~To touch the beauty of your breast

nipples high in rise~

~Mere the thought it takes my breath

wetting my appetite~

~To trace your body’s loveliness

every sultry curve~

~Hunting each of your erogenous

marking every nerve~

~Kissing caressing your naked flesh

drawing hungry sighs~

~Descending down your tenderness

questing for the prize~

~The fruit of passion nectar of love

nestled between your thighs~

~To drink the flavor there in of

cumming from inside~

~Feel the quivers as you squeeze

bathing me in bliss~

~As you loose yourself in ecstasy 

my sucking on your clit~

~I long the music of your song

crying out my name~

~Gasping for air as I prolong

driving you insane~

~The way you push against my mouth

begging for my tongue~

~My slipping it in and round about

drinking all you cum~

~In end to hear you sigh relief

as I mount your frame~

~And ride the wings of ecstasy

burning passions flame~

~Cumming together the whole of night

dancing loves ballet~

~Unto the dawn of mornings light

reaching into day~

~To fall asleep entwined as one

and find the others dream~

~Imbued with all that we have spun

within our passions stream~

Duke Sherman