I come home from work
And do not see you
In the dining room
But I can smell the aromas
From the meal you cooked
And then I go to the bedroom
To change
There you are displayed
In all your glory
Dressed in a red bodice
With laces
Lace topped black stockings
Red shoes
No panties
You say
I thought we could have the appetizer here
I got so hungry
Are you hungry
For me
I kneel between your legs
And start eating
Oh, I love that taste of you
The fragrance of you juices
So rich and slightly salty
I lap them up
And start to suck that little morsel
Right at the top
It is so brightly red and firm
I think you stirred it
Before I came
I grab your ass and lift your
Cunt to my face
I hear you moan and beg
For me to enter
Not yet, I say
I need to feed you first
I move your head to my shaft
O blessed woman
You know your way
Around my dick
One hand is there
Right on my shaft
The other on my balls
Your mouth is open now
And sucks me in
And with it in your mouth
You lick its tip
Until I can take no more
You stand in front and bend
The bed has perfect height
And spread your legs
To make it easy now for me
So thick and strong
So hard
I enter you
In unison we work
At furious pace
The room is shaking
When we come
Not once
Not twice
But many, many times
Completely drained
I fall on top of you
I think we need a shower now
To clean ourselves before we eat

Poem by Nils
Illustration by Mat