Evening Sin

Comes now my midnight lover’s call
that softly echoes down the hall.
I pull the sheets and lift my head,
then slowly saunter out of bed
so careful not to wake your sleep
with all the secrets that I keep.

He meets me at the bottom stair;
removes my gown and underwear.
We tiptoe lightly to the den
and spark the fire of evening sin.

My hands against the mantle rest.
His fingers roam across my breasts,
then down my belly to the place
he opens wide to have a taste.

I sprinkle honey on his lips
and arch my back into his grip
with heaving gasps as he devours
the nectar from my blooming flower.

The scent of mating fuels the flame.
He slaps my ass and pulls my mane.
Passion pools between my thighs
with every thrust his tongue applies
until, so sloppy, wet, and wild,
my pussy begs to be defiled.

Above the hearth, the roaring heat
has foiled our plans to be discreet.
You hear my moans and rise to see
my lover shove his cock in me.

His dick’s so thick, you stare in awe.
He holds me down and fucks me raw;
no spermicide, no latex sheath.
I spread my burning hole beneath
his pounding spear, his slapping balls.
His shaft is tearing up my walls.

You watch with puppy dog despair.
My eggs are ripe. He doesn’t care.
His sack contracts. You hear him grunt.
He shoots his semen up my cunt.
My muscles clinch. I scream, “Oh, god!”
A ring of icing coats his rod.

As I convulse in ecstasy,
his cum is pouring out of me –
a milky river down my crack.
He’s knocked me up. It’s just a fact.

With teary eyes, you look distressed.
He wipes his prick off in my nest.
I coax you please to lay beside
and let me give your face a ride.

You hesitate, but in the end,
I smother you in evening sin.
By midnight moon, you drown content
between my legs as I repent.