Erotic poem

Comments disabled.

Indulging in the fire of a kiss,

there are no yield signs,

no stop signs.

Inhibitions break free like a

racing pen across the page.  

Passions scream without words.    

The shirt of lust is ripped open;

the vest of self-control is removed.    

I love to tease, to tantalize,

to satiate, to satisfy,

to gratify the space below the mound,

savoring each twist of the tongue

with mesmerizing moans and hums

that vibrate through the flowery folds.    

Abandoning fantasy for flesh,

I dive into fervidness, torridness,

indulging in mania

until all energy is drained.  

Until the last deep dive;

the last push is through.  

Exhausted and fatigued,

but still holding on,

our eyes gaze,

having just collaborated

with the ink of our sweat.  

The page of long desires

is now fulfilled.