She uses a magical key
unlocking bedroom doors
with a coy grin when wanting
to make love. Capricious legs
spread imperial inviting you
to probe her faultless, pristine
splice. Climbing up to board
her like some fresh-faced
prince ascending to calls of a
rumbling chamber, as if scaling
black knolls of soft pubic
prairie. Your penis rises swiftly,
summoned from a diminutive
grave in revved up testimony
of her stately powers
to seduce you; resistance
swallowed faster than cream
pie into a hungry mouth. Lips
lobbied to cast a petitioning
vote on each of her nipples;
slopes of breast fed pleasure
that evaporates pain and time
in a whirl of excitement
only a woman can provide.