Resolution Broken

His unyielding moan brought me down to rest in the feel of him on me. How can a man have such dominion over a body. A question without an answer, it just is and this is how it should be.

He reaches into my soul like a root from the tree of life and he connects with me, and only me, for the night….he is my Yang, my slice of paradise and he knows.

With stealth he breaks down my walls and moves in and out of me to his liking. I shuffle, he dips, I wiggle, he sets firm hands on my ass and directs the flow. Sweet force is never to be under-rated.

Though I know his toxic influence, his venom, I cannot distract myself entirely. How weak a being can be to the feel of one whose nectar thickens the blood, sets the pulse racing and engorges the clit. He restores focus in a way no scientist could test. How does one remain free from the bitter parts of this sweet?

His total surrender at times…no games, no aspect of him locked away from my sight, my touch, my tongue….it colours my cheeks, for he rests under me with such ease that I am intoxicated by his trust in me to please him completely…from the tips of his toes to both heads. I can’t help but be drunk with this power.

To be the woman who breaks him over and over again with words and actions is no small feat. He expects so much from my hands, nipples, my lips and body atop his. He knows its my pleasure to serve so he remains as still as possible to feed my ego, to enjoy the mere moments when all things flow together and prompt a low deep groan from his throat. Being on top of a man is possibly the closest one gets to Eldorado…dragging your tongue along his arms, looking down at his response to your assault, watching him shudder, delving into his mouth with passion untold…..rubbing a sweet, fat, wet pussy over his chest and groin, and he takes it all…magnificently. How can I not enjoy this man?

How can I not enjoy when he rivets me in place and drives home stroke after stroke of unrelenting pleasure? How could I not enjoy this sample of his strength and do my damnedest not to make him see the effects on me, so that the moment will be replayed with obscene frequency, until I give to him that which he sought, and he allows me after to lick away every trace of my release.

Why Can’t I stay away? Because he knows what pleases me.