A New Music in Paradise

I want to spoil you, Draw closer until our lips meet In a long, slow kiss of passion. My lips slide down your neck, Tracing the veins softly, Feeling your pulse under my touch. I go lower, finding your nipples, And let my tongue do the trick— Circling each one with care, Rolling around the areolas Like laying out a red carpet. You press my head closer, gasping, Lost in the pleasure, as I treat each With equal attention, no one left behind. I drift down, Adoring the curve of your waist. Spread your legs, My hands caressing the smoothness Of your exquisite thighs. I gently explore, fingers brushing The delicate petals of you. My tongue finds its way To your clit, a soft massage, Like a child savoring the first taste of honey. Silent whispers of music fill the air, Only our bodies can hear. I feel your hand pressing me closer, A silent plea for more. My tongue slips between the folds, Sliding into your warmth, Where tremors begin to stir. Each touch, each stroke, Registers a memory of satisfaction. Later, I watch as you touch me, Your hands exploring my scrotum, Your lips teasing my length. I call out in half-formed words, Lost in the bliss of your care. A slice of amnesia as I stammer, Thanking some unknown force For this moment of shared ecstasy. Our hearts collide, A new rhythm, a music made for two. I bend you over, sliding into you, A smooth, deliberate motion. The pleasure like a cloud in our minds, Lifting us to the seventh heaven. We sway in that ecstasy, Until the final moment— A peaceful vibration, A flicker of light in our eyes. And we lie there, In the afterglow of our journey.