You, the Man

I looked at your manhood-
Not solely the member between your legs
But the essence of you, the man:
Your shoulders, your arms, the hair on your chest and stomach
Your hands as they touched my womanhood-
Not solely the space between my legs
But the fiber of my femininity:
My hips, my chest, my subtle shoulders, the small of my back,
Arching in pleasure
As your manhood united with my womanhood,
Your lips exposing me to the awesome power of a kiss,
Your fingers showing me the amazing potential of a touch,
Your body revealing the astounding prowess of a man
Who enjoys making love to a woman,
Who thrills at the sound of her excitement,
Who thrives off the release of her ecstasy,
Who gives what she had never received before,
Who goes where she had never imagined,
Who knows that when she feels she cannot take it-
She can.
I felt your manhood:
The weight of your body on mine,
The heat of your breath taking mine away.
With each deep thrust, I felt you, the man:
The strength in your arms as you held me,
The grasp of your hands as you pulled me...
Closer to experience the eruption of your manhood...
Inside of me you came...
But 'twas I who arrived...
At the understanding of what it means
To be loved
By a man
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