Making Love Poem by Don Juan Tenorio

Your heart beating rapidly, behind your breast,
But we must go slow, it has to last.
Your nipples firm and erect, begging for my tongue,
But we must go slow, we've just begun.
Your dark triangle, beckons to me,
Begging for my visit, and to be set free.
Earthy and steamy and hot to the touch,
I must go slow, but I want it so much.
The lips part slowly, on their own,
Visions of paradise, as I listen to you moan.
I must come in, open the door,
You know my love how I adore.
Making love to you in the morning light,
Come here my darling, I promise to bite.

Don Juan Tenorio