Saturday Seduction ... Your Birthday ... Erotic Prose poem

Upright, her body straddles his as he laid comfortably on the bed mattress

He could see her affection for him shine in her light brown eyes,

Feel the still air warmed by her smile

The oval shape of her soft breast caught his attention,

His eyes focused on her nipples that were reaching out, begging to be touched

Downward his eyes roamed, surveying the surface of the soft curve of her stomach,

Then glanced at the tautness of her thighs, which instantly enticed his mind

But as her body leaned forward and brushed against his leg, her centered heat received his full attention

Moisture dripped on his leg, telling him her heat needed to be satisfied,

His loins flushed with excitement as his inner sexual arousal started to flow

He felt her fixated eyes following his aroused excitement, as it climbed to new heights,

A smile merged on her face as its length reached further into the air,

Her body felt electrified inside; knowingly, she still had that strong sex appeal on him after years of togetherness.

Her eyes watched his mass girth swell as its length peaked, then stiffen to inflexibility.

She reached out and touched its smooth velvet surface. 

Playfully she pushed the stretched foreskin back, then tenderly rubbed her thumb over his rigid shaft, soft, bulbous face.

His legs stiffen then lightly vibrated as she fore played on his hardness.

As much as she wanted to devour his large mass on the spot by taking it deep inside the moist heat of her mouth, then watch his body severely jerk and twist while surreal sensations ran rampant through it, she resisted.

"What do you want," whispered into the still air?

He smiled, then replied, "All Night."

A giggle eased from her lungs as her mind reflected collectively of all the all-nighters they sexually played. 

The two-word answer made her feel cozy warm inside.

She asked him again in a firmer but still soft whispering voice,

What do you want?

"You" was his answer...

As a broad smile crossed her face, his right-hand reaches out then dip an index fingertip into her moistened heat.

Her head tilted back, while her lips slightly parted, allowing a sigh of anticipation escaped past them.

Her eyes closed then reopened as she tried to refocus her attention to pleasing him, which was almost impossible while his teasing fingertip floated up and down her soaking wet slit.

Baby, it's your Birthday; she replied, "What. Do. You. Want"?

"Slow" was his final answer.

(C) 1ManView

Happy Birthday to me! 😉