It was the moistness
Of her lips
That woke me!
My eyelids
Fluttered
But remained
Relaxed
Then still
I felt her warm
body slide against me
Her lips traversing
My frame
From my neck
to her goal
With each
Caress of her lips
She would
Ascend my
Mount Vesuvius
To cause eruption
She enveloped me
Within her warm
Moist mouth.
Her fingers
Danced
And rolled my globes
Building
Ecstasy.
For she
has learned
to read my body
Creating
What I desire
An eruption
Which nourishes her.
