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A Paean to Concupiscence or The Joy of Fucking
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A Paean to Concupiscence or The Joy of Fucking

Lying naked in the warm lambency of the night,

She seductively stretched out her voluptuous body,

Her hands supporting her head, its rich golden tresses

Falling across the gentle swell of her opulent breasts,

Thighs parted to reveal her most intimate secrets

To his excited sight as he entered her boudoir.

 

Flickering shadows softly highlighted every curve

Of her palely glowing flesh in explicit splendour,

A bold display of unashamed lasciviousness

Brazenly intended to inflame his lustful mind

And stir his cock where it hung limply between his legs

Until it rose up hard and throbbing with hot desire.

 

His lubricious gaze travelled down her inviting curves

Pausing briefly to adore her delicious bosom

Heaving in anticipation of rough caresses,

Her rouged nipples tingling and hardening with desire,

Coming to rest on the plump outer lips of her sex,

The gateway to bliss already slick with sweet nectar.

 

He approached the bed and stood by her reclining head,

And she took his dangling sac between trembling fingers

And pulled his rigid shaft close in order to enclose

The purple swollen crown between her opening lips,

Her tongue avid to sample the salty bead of precum,

Precursor of the molten streams soon to flood her cunt.

 

His hands sought and squeezed the ample flesh of her twin orbs,

Kneading and twisting her protruding nipples to send

Exquisite shafts of electricity through her nerves,

And lighting a fire of carnal sensuality

That would only be sated in the consuming waves

Of overwhelming paroxysms of ecstasy.

 

Driven by his own rising tide of molten rapture

The climbed up onto the bed, and kneeling behind her

Tilted back her head and slowly slid between her lips

Until the entire throbbing length of his tempered shaft

Was fully engulfed in her warm and inviting mouth,

Groaning with pleasure as he thrust slowly in and out.

 

Bending over her sumptuous recumbent body

Which was slowly undulating in time to the pulse

Of the churning surges of her ascending rapture,

He sought the slick centre of her vulva with his tongue,

Gently parting the swollen petals with his fingers

And drawing back the hood of her engorged clitoris.

 

With practised guile he kissed and teased the pulsating bud,

Pausing occasionally to slide his probing tongue

Along the delectable path of slippery flesh

That led to the entrance to the hot crimson tunnel

Where he soon would plunge headlong to possess the treasure

Within, in a sublime moment of extreme release.

 

Totally abandoned to the ravishing pleasure

Of the beating waves of sensual stimulation

Breaking upon the shore of her delirious mind,

She crested the summit of her first joyous orgasm,

Every nerve ending alive in an orgy of bliss,

As she writhed and moaned in rapt insensibility.

 

They lay for a while, flesh melting into willing flesh

Until the incandescent rapture of her climax

Had receded like the tide, releasing her briefly

From its intoxicating spell, and like two dancers

Under the spell of sublimely erotic music

They prepared for final exaltation of desire.

 

For a heady moment of divine expectation

The woman poised herself above his rampant organ,

Placing its bulbous purple head in the open mouth

Of her eager cunt, before sinking down with a sigh

Until she was fully impaled on the pulsing shaft,

Its silky hardness filling her slick velvety depths.

 

In a divinely exhilarating pas de deux

They moved in complete harmony, sensible only

To the exponentially mounting cadence of lust,

Mutually seeking the acme of carnal joy,

Riding the rolling waves of exquisite sensation

Radiating from the fusion of their genitals.

 

Nearing the pinnacle of sybaritic pleasure

Their limbs moved in a mounting crescendo of craving

For the final eruption of physical delight,

Every nerve inflamed with hedonistic impulsion,

Writhing and moaning in ultimate abandonment,

Fucking and thrusting in the drive to consuming bliss.

 

Head thrown back and a vivid scarlet flush of passion

Suffusing the rippling flesh of her resplendent breasts,

She was the first to surrender to the searing waves

Of exquisite sensation consuming her being,

Beyond conscious sensibility, overpowered 

By paroxysms of libidinous ecstasy.

 

Spurred on by the sight of her overpowering climax

And the delicious feeling of her vaginal walls

Contracting and pulsating around his thrusting cock

Precipitated his own explosion of delight

As his scrotal muscles contracted violently

To expel hot streams of his seed deep into her cunt.

 

Released from the sweet extremity of their orgasms,

The little death of apocalyptic ravishment,

They fell into the deep languorous tranquility

That follows the irresistible impulse of lust,

Satiated by the orgiastic ecstasy

Of the carnal sensuality of their desire.

 

As the light of evening faded and their entwined flesh

Became hidden from sight in the soft darkness of night,

The watchers in the shadows, those lovers from the past

Who would never again know the gratification

Of the sharp penetration of nubile yielding flesh 

Enjoyed once more the uplifting ecstasy of lust.

 

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Copyright © 2018 by Gwilym ap Humphrey.

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