My hands

rough

Slip

searching beneath

silken thong

To touch heaven

a fragrant stirring

amid murmurs smooth

Delicate

pink

your petals quiver

Moist

without control

you shudders

Just there

Just so

Pausing

Lost in the moment

flagrantly displayed

and ripened with sins

I said

“Soak me

in the river of your need

Spoil me with kisses

that fall like rain

So your breath is

tangled with mine”

And then I bite

those succulent pink lips

leaving me drenched in satiate

Then sinking deep into you

sliding into your

smooth nectar

The most passionate path

to your release

Your cry “don’t stop”

Floods my heart with

raw power

stripped by

my sexual poetry

and rampant thickness

determined to take

the long way

For I shall be the one

to tell you

when the poem is done

and let it birth within you