Poetry in Motion

Climbs on top of me; Trembling as she rides,

Slowly she glides; As I hold to her round ass,

To my chest she grabs; Panting out loud,

Suddenly the sounds; Of her words as she speaks,

What she's saying is deep; Just like my hard erection,

Sucking on her breast; What she's saying intensifies,

Some of it rhymes; But full of such meaning,

Delivering a message; Loud but not screaming,

Rocking back and forth; Faster with her motion,

The splashing of her body; Wet like the ocean,

Deeply I'm stroking; Thrusting up strong,

Climaxing down over me; Behind her head goes her arms,

Sitting straight up; Our bodies well in tuned,

An experience like never; Using me as her muse,

To find the direct words; To the poem she hasn't wrote,

Describing how it feels; When I cause her to release,

Picks up her phone; Takes it off record,

Then continues to ride me; Like I'm her surf board,

Comes down and whispers; Something naughty and fresh,

How now it it's my turn; To write about how wet she gets...