PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my clit

as lovely as she is

is as plump as she is needy

just now where is your tongue

is it long wet agile and sure

my nipples

pretty pink begging crowns

that they are

are as hard as that ridge that

pulses beneath the restraint of your

zipper's closing

your eyes shock the throb in my wanton

womb's very core

my hips

the lush mother load

you might be able to admit

to me in a dazed breathless pant

my web grows damp

and shivers to clamp down

on your fast aching lust

impale me

for such male scents have my pink

all a quiver

you reverently seek my wet, jerky

movements

more and still more addicted

you moan as you be 'cum'

to every subtle nuance of this deeply

shared passion

enslaved by the shear sweetness of my

hungry glove

you struggle for breath

with each harshly executed pounding

thrust

my, but you are a thick and lengthily

greedy buck, now aren't you

never fret though

my sweet fistful of spurt

I'll take you there

and help you heave and splatter every

last drop of your very private paints

upon the lovely encouraging canvas of

my most intimate walls

together we will make you feel like an

elephant that has been pulled backwards

broad through the eye of the narrowest

needle

but the euphoria will sustain for the

moment your persistently jutting staff

with such a surprisingly renewed insistent

vigor

just give this time

breath now my own tenderly tenacious

Van Gogh

just breath

and feel

then

in a minute

I'll take you to that remarkable place

where the fireworks and the painters

become the painted

again

with the very same brush

and living canvas

but with an even more bubbling hot set

of jetting stream of paints

cum mix and stir the bright throbbing

colors upon your sensuous pallet

for such united vision

master is thy name now

and your recently emptied canvas

breathlessly awaits for yet further

romantic instruction

from your every beautiful

'Brush And beloved Stroke'..........

(May 31, 1999)