excitement comes in many forms
but never fits into containers
gooey intimate adventures cannot be frozen
onto a stick and slurped away on a summer day
and like the sheer mesh of your sexy panties
without the provocative visual delight
the walls of the tent did little to shelter us
from the voices in a game of children
the voices of tasty delight still echos in my mind
as we made up new rules for old positions
it is that internal combustion that allows a slip slide
endeavor to resolve the weeks of separation
a longing that made the bearable the oven-like qualities
of the tent's interior and your loins
but maybe it was the very fact of your internal heat
that allowed me to ignore everything external
regardless . . . . . . there was pleasure and there was
pleasure into sheer delight, not unlike your lingerie