Closing my eyes.
I hear again
Her primal scream of pleasure.
She was wrapped around my throbbing cock.
I had been
Pounding her from behind
Leading her to her place of pleasure thrust by powerful thrust
Slaking her needs and wants
Over the last weeks,
She had blossomed
As her sexuality
-Which had lain dormant-
Burst into flower
Her fragrances
Pouring from her
As if she were
Birthing a fountain
Maybe she enjoyed
The bristles
Of my beard
on her thighs,
As my tongue
Prepared the
Pathway to bliss.
Her quivering thighs
And undulating hips
Telling its own story.
