Surrender

The act of making love is a beautiful thing.

Come to me in the stillness of the night
My handsome angel.
Drawing me out of peaceful slumber.
Tender kisses
Sweet caresses
Teasing me into consciousness.
Moist mouth flickering over my body
Delving towards the nether regions
With a devious glint in your eye.
Dancing tongue
Roaming hands
Pushing me
Ever closer to the edge.
To finally send me
Soaring over
Into beautiful oblivion
Like a jagged bolt of lightning,
You send surges of electric current through my supple form.
Writhing. . .
Bucking. . .
Arching. . .
In orgasmic bliss.
Complete surrender to your passion and unconditional love.