Mons Venus

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MONS VENUS





There they were the two at last

Alone when all the others had left

He held her hands as he cast

His eyes from her luscious cleft

The kiss was with haste and heated

As their tongues locked searchingly

For then and there they could've mated

Engulfing one another hurriedly

His mind now blurry more or less

Cupping her breasts in both hands

As he unzipped her slinky dress

So anxious for his demands

Nude and beautiful she lain

As he fumbled with buttons and belt

Hardly his manhood to contain

Which she teased caressed and felt

His perambulating hands now on the move

As he lavish her with bites and kisses

At last he found her luscious groove

As she heaves, trembles and hisses

Her maidenhead he softly caresses

As she arches her back

Letting loose of her lovely stresses

As he took up the slack

His hands moved downwards slowly

Massaging her lower cheeks

As he yearns searchingly

For pleasure of higher peaks

It was so pleasantly insane

As she pressed him on encouragingly

Her pleasures came like showers of rain

And he feasted so delicious and noisily

Feeling left out she turned over

And massaged him full and throbbing

And he like her slave allowed her

As she took him all pleasure seeking

Hovering over him admiring his muscles

With which she played

Now full of red and white corpuscles

Ohhing as he watched

As he partly disappeared

Not to be out done he,  again

To show that he cared

His former position he tried to retain



The zenith of their desires

In this unorthodox position

Exploded in myriads of fires

Leaving both spent with satisfaction

She mounted him on hands and knees

As he assisted by guiding her

Allowing her to do as she pleases

As he got sturdier and sturdier

After a few minutes inside her

Came ripe renewed pleasure

For they became one together

Each giving measure for measure

Her warmth like tingling coins

Engulfed him sending spasms

Of thrills down his loins

And he was falling into deep chasms

He embraced her bosoms

Pressing them into his face

So tactile like perfumed blossoms

On the bed-spread of cottony lace




Author's Notes/Comments: 

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